I’m Still Alive, It’s Just Elsewhere

Unfortunately, my college schedule leaves little room for…anything. Any extra time I’ve got must be put toward sleeping, eating, and taking care of other basic needs. One of those basic needs—Xanga.com roleplaying.

I know. I know. The layouts on there aren’t even real, and not very many people even roleplay on that website. But I’m telling you; it’s a million times better than Livejournal. Why? Because it’s journal-based, and the elite roleplayers on there are fantastic writers. And now for some “examples,” a.k.a. shameless plugs.

Anastasia Polina Berthner—The Detonators

My first character. In the general roleplaying universe, she’s my second. She’s feisty, reckless, and a little bit…okay, totally batshit nuts. And she’s Russian. Come on. Also, her playby (Barbara Brickner) is a plus size model, because I got on Xanga and was like…wtf, where are the fat bitches. As for The Detonators, it’s a roleplay modded by my best friend Megan, and it’s awesome.

Jakob (Jake) Innis Avery—The Detonators

A creepy Ginger who only cares about sex, once (or twice) raped a girl, and killed defenseless animals as a kid. He’s got issues, but at least he’s funny. He always tells the truth and considers lying to be a compliment.

Alexander Hurst—Pandemic

A slightly effeminate dreamer with hopes of finding true love. He’s been sheltered all his life, so don’t blame him. Of course, he’s not sheltered now, since the world has been ravaged by a plague that makes scary zombies. This roleplay is mine, and we’ve only got a few members, but I’m quite proud.

Saura Delancey—Pandemic

A really mean perhaps lesbian whose favorite activity is killing infected and keeping count of how many she’s killed. Once fell in love with a seventeen-year-old girl and then threw her to the infected. Now she follows the girl from place to place. A loner who, for the most part, lacks emotional attachment to others, and when she doesn’t lack it, she hides the fact very well.

So there you have it. Xanga has sucked me in and taken my soul hostage. But can I really be blamed? Really?

Voice Smiles

I am not a naive girl—
I shrink at the word;
But I will never let you in,
Only half-way,
Only half-way,
Until I feel okay.

And when did I get this syndrome,
When did I have hope for something,
When did I come back to this place,
So dark, so dark.

I could only smile with my voice
At the start.

*ahem*

Yeah, so…RPing steals my life.