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Roleplay Test 🌹
May. 2nd, 2014 12:51 pmWhat: A RP test
Where: Ireland, a pub
When: A rainy night
Who: Closed (complete)
[ It's a cold, wet and miserable night. Typically British weather, you might say, if you know anything about Britain. Especially Ireland. It might be the Emerald Isle, but you have to see it from the rain. But if there's anything Ireland isn't going to run out of, it's pubs, and that's where you are. ]
[ Maybe you took shelter from the rain. Maybe you're on holiday in town and someone recommended the place to you. It doesn't seem like a tourist trap, though. Maybe this isn't where you meant to be, but you got lost? Whatever the reason you're here now, and it seems like half of Dublin is too, so you may as well make the most of it. ]
[ There's a man sitting on his own at the far end of the bar, nursing a whiskey. He seems oddly dry given the weather outside; has he been here a while? Or maybe he just has a good raincoat. After all, the woollen green one that he's wearing fits him like a glove and there's a few ominous lumps around the waistline. But the other patrons of the bar seem to be giving him a wide berth and indeed, some of them are even shooting him hostile looks. ]
[ Perhaps you're one of those people - perhaps you know who the dark, curly-haired be-hatted stranger is, perhaps you don't. The man raises his mug to his lips and takes a long drink of his whiskey. Perhaps it's you his gaze settles on as he glances across the busy room. ]
Where: Ireland, a pub
When: A rainy night
Who: Closed (complete)
[ It's a cold, wet and miserable night. Typically British weather, you might say, if you know anything about Britain. Especially Ireland. It might be the Emerald Isle, but you have to see it from the rain. But if there's anything Ireland isn't going to run out of, it's pubs, and that's where you are. ]
[ Maybe you took shelter from the rain. Maybe you're on holiday in town and someone recommended the place to you. It doesn't seem like a tourist trap, though. Maybe this isn't where you meant to be, but you got lost? Whatever the reason you're here now, and it seems like half of Dublin is too, so you may as well make the most of it. ]
[ There's a man sitting on his own at the far end of the bar, nursing a whiskey. He seems oddly dry given the weather outside; has he been here a while? Or maybe he just has a good raincoat. After all, the woollen green one that he's wearing fits him like a glove and there's a few ominous lumps around the waistline. But the other patrons of the bar seem to be giving him a wide berth and indeed, some of them are even shooting him hostile looks. ]
[ Perhaps you're one of those people - perhaps you know who the dark, curly-haired be-hatted stranger is, perhaps you don't. The man raises his mug to his lips and takes a long drink of his whiskey. Perhaps it's you his gaze settles on as he glances across the busy room. ]
