feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote,
@ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

applications;
After reading the rules and FAQ, and placing a reservation, you're finally ready to apply!

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Player
Name:
Are you 17+?:
Personal Journal: (LJ is fine.)

Contact Information:
AIM: (mandatory)
Email:
Timezone:
Availability:
Other:

Past RP Experience: (if you don't have any that's fine, but providing links or names of characters/places you have RPed before would help the mods evaluate your skills.)

Character
Name:
Age:
Sexuality: (what gender they prefer in their personal lives and what gender(s) they find acceptable to be paired with in movies.)
Role in company:
PB:

Background History: (min. 300 words.)
Personality, Likes & Dislikes: (min. 200 words.)

Sample Post:

First Person (min. 200 words.)

Third Person (min. 200 words.)

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If you're having trouble thinking of anything, you may use one of the prompts below. Using these is entirely up to you!

Prompts
- Gambling
- Success
- Dare
- Cellphones

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Minato Namikaze, Part 8

tosharesunshine
2010-01-16 03:47 am UTC (link)

Not running away, no, but just running. Ever since he was a kid, he was enthralled by the feeling of pushing himself as fast as his body would permit. The physical exertion from it clears his anger and boosts his mood with adrenaline, and the wind in his hair makes him feel free. The single-mindedness of the action itself frees up the rest of him to mull over a problem, but requires enough attention so he can't get overly wrapped up in it. Twice in his life he garnered the nickname of "The Yellow Flash" for his speed, whether it was in taking a swift picture and possibly fleeing afterward or chasing down the criminals he meant to arrest. He's yet to find anyone who can outrun him in a sprint, but figures that his long-distance endurance skills might not be what they used to be. His love of speed also transfers into other areas of his life as well, owning both a fast car(he tries not to speed. no rly.) and a sportbike. ~~He has maybe, possibly, minutely abused his cop status on several occasions to get himself out of speeding tickets.~~

His home is the picture of organized clutter, managing to look both tidy and lived-in. Everything has it's place, even if that place is the pile of books stacked on the side of his desk, and he knows when things have been messed with. And must fix them. As soon as possible. Or it will bother him. all. day. He doesn't mind getting dirty, but has a severe distaste for staying that way. If asked about his particular brand of messy-tidiness, he will laugh and blame it on his hair, that no matter how much he makes sure it is brushed and neat will always stick up at odd angles(oh, cue more Harry Potter jokes, yes~~, and he will hate you ♥~~).

Likes: Bright colors(especially yellow), relaxing walks, even more relaxing runs, chocolate, honesty, old rock, ~~girly pop,~~ , orange soda, anything lemon, making people smile, kids, cats,the smell of coffee, ~~bubble baths,~~ getting to act like a big kid sometimes, driving fast, practical jokes, figuring things out, challenges, knowing he did well at something, being creative, working with his hands, learning(everything and anything...mostly), people-watching, ~~flowers,~~ tattoos(has a couple).

Dislikes: When people mistake him for being much younger, lying, liars, insults to his height(he's average, not short, damnit), sitting behind a desk, paperwork, speed limits(ironic? yes), people who intentionally hurt others, anyone who tries to hurt those he cares about, having to sit still, boring and repetitive tasks, being alone, overly religious people, being used.

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Minato Namikaze, Part 9

tosharesunshine
2010-01-16 03:48 am UTC (link)

Sample Post:

First Person:
I'm nervous.

I can only remember a few times in my life that I've been more nervous than right now, kneeling before you. And not because I don't have the recollection. At least, not anymore.

Ugh, they didn't even give you a proper stone. I'll fix that, baby. At least this place is rather nice...if you can ignore the graffiti. But hey, we grew up with that, right? And I'll get some of it cleaned up next time I come back, I promise. And I never break my promises, remember? I wish I could have been there when they brought you here. Even if your hands were ice cold, I would have wanted to have held them. I think you knew that, though. Even then.

While I'm wishing, though. I wish that this all had never happened. You, there; me, here; him...elsewhere. I wish I could have done something more to prevent it. And I wish that I had known all these years. I wish I'd been there for him. I wish I'd remembered sooner.

I can't fix everything, love. I'm good, but I'm not that good. But I'll make it better than it is now. Starting with this place, for you. Not that the others don't also deserve it, but...it's for you. First the graffiti, then a proper stone. And flowers. Lots of them. And not just ones that'll be good for this summertime heat, but some that'll bloom up come winter, too. I'll make this a nice place to come talk to you at. And then...I might be a bit more scarce. For him. I know you'll understand, darling. I'll get someone to come water the flowers, and clean away any new graffiti. But... Like I said, I can't fix it - but I'll do whatever I can to make sure that he is happy now.

Maybe he'll come with me for a visit one day. But...for now, I must be going, sweetheart. Duty calls, and all. I just hope there's not too much paperwork involved in it today, heh. Before I go, though...I want you to know...

You were always with me - both of you. Always, even when I couldn't remember it. As a part of me will always remain with you. But I'll try to make the rest of me move on. I know you'd want me to keep trying to be happy. And if I didn't you'd somehow come back just to kick my ass. Again. Just to prove you could. ...Which I don't think my pride could handle, so I'll stick with the trying, lady. Ack, really do have to go now. I love you.

I'll talk to you later, Kushina.

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Minato Namikaze, Part 10

tosharesunshine
2010-01-16 03:52 am UTC (link)

Third Person:
Minato was not having a good day. He got asked for his ID twice on his way to his work area, and it almost made him late. Then his coworkers had him running all over the building because he was the new guy. And they all thought he was a stupid kid, even though he was likely more than a decade older than some of them. His coffee had gone cold, and his orange soda had gotten warm. And twice now props had fallen on his head. ...At least they weren't those kinds of props. But part of him was just waiting for a used condom to somehow fly out of nowhere and smack him in the face. He'd been misdirected and walked in on sets that were filming three times now, and promptly ran out whilst several curses and threats followed him out the door. Well, at least he hadn't walked in on a scene featuring Naruto. That would have caused him to make a mess of the projectile vomiting sort, and he figured that nobody involved would be too happy with that.

Oh, and the day was only half over.

He knew he probably looked ridiculous, walking down the hall with his cheeks full of sandwich like a chipmunk's. But he'd been told the cafeteria was on the wrong floor three times before he just went looking for himself. And now his lunch break was almost over and he was not going to work on an empty stomach. And he really didn't want his food near the sets. So...time to scarf as he walked and hope he didn't trip and choke. ...Then again, with how his day was going...

He sighed and slumped against the nearest corner, finally finishing chewing that mouthful and going for the next. But...oh, hello there. If he leaned just a little more in thiiiiiiis direction, he could still see the person that had just quickly walked by. And the delightful posterior attached to said person that not even a conservatively cut suit could deny the existence of. Now, he wasn't a peeping tom or anything, but...hey, he was still a healthy, youn- healthy male. It was a touch hard to tell from the back, especially with the longer hair, but those looked more like guy shoes, so... And if he(she?) was wearing a business suit, he(...she?) likely wasn't too young or an actor(...actre-? nah, that's a guy walk). Hmm...maybe that was a sign that his day was looking up. He would likely already be a few minutes late heading back and he could easily blame it on getting lost with all the lousy directions they gave(it wasn't really lying, since it was those directions that had him scrambling in the first place), so perhaps he should go try to chat up Business Suit there.

However, before he could more than think to do so, the angle he was leaning at to see around the corner sent him flailing as he fell over sideways - and right into a young woman. Apologizing profusely, he gingerly helped her up and re-gathered her belongings. He was worried that his bad-first-day-luck had now affected someone else, but luckily she was uninjured. And responding a little too well to his self-deprecating smile and solicitous queries. He had to shake his head and chuckle quietly as she walked away with a little more bounce in her step and an attempt to sway her hips that proved beyond any doubt that she definitely worked on the office side of this business. ...Wait, walking away...SHIT!

He spun around, but alas. Business Suit and his beatific buttocks were nowhere to be seen. He muttered an aggravated swear under his breath and kicked at the nearest object on the floor. ...Which he then noticed was the other half of his sandwich. Lovely.

Scrubbing a hand over his face and taking a few calming breaths, he turned and marched back to the set he was told to report to after lunch. After work, he was making himself a nice, big steak with a glass of red wine. And eating it while soaking in a hot bath. ~~And heaven help the poor soul who should think to disturb him.~~

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