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25 year old guy who enjoys japanese animation, listening to many varieties of music, playing video games and reading/writing. Gurps is my passion these days and work keeps me busy, but I am looking for a new friend.
Rukellian: I've given it a lot of thought, and I've decided that this website is not the right medium for me. To those who made my temporary stay here enjoyable, thank you. Who knows, if in your adventures you meet another Rukellian along the way, it could very well be me. Wouldn't that be something?
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tstarr8481: Hello Ruk....Let's start with how you begin your stories. We will build on it from there....I usually get thoughts about something I feel needs to be told and along the way I keep a journal with different ppl I have met including their mannerisms and character traits. I usually take parts of these profiles and make up different "players" to cast in one of the stories......just depends. I have found that everyone gets their ideas from different sources.........have always found the weaving to be most rewarding.......such as you have displayed here......
Rukellian: Indeed, there is no set algorithm or method when it comes to the art of writing, rarely can you apply the logic to the abstract and expect a coherent response, an answer one can be satisfied with. And yet... that is what people do when they write. One would expect some level of preplanning when going into a writing project, but for some, emotion and 'feeling' are the tools used. Abstract.
When I get behind the keyboard and I put on some music, I write because something has been stuck in my head for a while. It could have been sudden, like a flash of inspiration while pondering another problem, or it could be something nonsensical, but stubbornly persistent. When those times come, I try to answer them.
Regrettably, most of my story writing takes place in my head, long before it ever reaches a physical medium or digital one as it were... if it ever does.
To be honest, there is no consistent rhyme or reason behind my spurts of writing, excluding the sudden idea or the stubborn one that won't go away. When I DO write, it is usually paired with music, as mentioned above. Music, mostly lyricless compositions, help guide me into a proper mental state, a creative mindset that lets me pretend to be something I'm not. My characters are versions of me that could have been, might have been, but may never be. And as the saying goes, 'write about what you know', and who would know me better than myself, what I am capable of, could be capable of...
I breathe life into characters that are not reflections of myself through past references. My introverted nature lends itself to a strong set of observational skills. I have a good read on how people act because I listen and watch, I don't interrupt. My imagination helps fill in the blanks as they come. I also have watched my fair share of smart story writing when it comes to movies and television shows. Books keep me thoroughly entertained, and I find that a good author will always display a new way of presenting a character, a scenario, a conversation that someone else has already done.
I hope this served as a good start to the conversation.
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Rukellian: Steven meets with Dan at the park;
a chance encounter, first feelings
"So, let's double check and make sure you understand the plan," Dan goes on to say with exaggerated seriousness.
"What do you do when I give the 'signal'?"
"I... say something cool about you." My voice is flat and riddled with a foul taste. Just the mere thought of propping up this guy, I mean, what was I thinking to agree to this?
"Good! Good, I- wait, what were you going to say exactly?"
I shoot a sideways smirk his way as we continue to walk from the park to the newly opened bakery, letting my silence speak for itself. Dan quickly grows uneasy with this and furrows his brows. For the short time we've known each other, he knows that my smirks always mean trouble for his plans.
"You know what? Fine. Just don't say anything, alright? I don't need someone complimenting me to get a good first impression. I'm plenty capable of pulling it off myself. Yeah..." Dan says as he drifts off into a personal daydream, no doubt winning over that girl in some impossible way.
"Sure, sure," I reply. "Didn't really want to say anything in the first place. I'm just going for the bread."
"Yeah, figures as much," Dan quickly retorts as he snaps back into reality. But he laughs as he does this. Somehow, I felt slightly relieved hearing that laugh. I knew that my words were said in a joking way, but I don't always know if the person receiving them takes it the same way. With Dan, I feel safe knowing I can joke around and make jabs at him, not having to worry about things being taken out of context.
It doesn't take long for us to reach the street where the bakery is situated. In fact, there is already a line of people waiting to get in! We had to make sure we were in the right area, asking those at the end of the line if they were really waiting to get into a bakery.
Sure enough, most of the people who are here, are here for the bread. Word has already spread around about how the baked goods are by the far the best in town, and that the pastries are to die for. I wouldn't go that far for a breakfast roll, but I appreciated hearing the hype, nevertheless; it only renewed my interest in the place even further.
And just as there are those who are here for the bread, there are also those who are here for a more, questionable, reason, the supposedly cute cashier. Apparently, Dan has some competition ahead of him, and here he was worried about me, I thought with a grin and raised an eyebrow.
Just like at an amusement park, waiting for a popular ride, the line seems to take forever. I'm in no hurry, really, but Dan, on the other hand, he's frantic now.
"Oh man, oh man! There are so many guys ahead of me, all looking to steal that girl away from me! This is an outrage I tell you! We should have left earlier, we should have reserved some spots and-"
"Hey! Chill out. It isn't going to do you any good to worry like that. If you and she were meant to be, then you have nothing to worry about. Have some faith in yourself man." This seemed to calm Dan down.
"Yeah, you're right Steve. Still, it would be just my luck, wouldn't it?" He finishes his rant after that and folds his arms.
After what feels like an hour or so, we are finally able to get inside the bakery. Quite frankly, I am surprised there is any bread left. The shop got hit hard, and that's good in my book. The people must really love the bread, and with all this business, the bakery won't be going anywhere anytime soon.
Making my way through the displays, I take note of the artistic designs shown throughout the store, promotional items really. A windmill slowly turns as if a gust of wind is pushing against it, but it's made of bread. A penguin is skating on a pond and performs a twirl before making a full circle, but it's made of bread. A rose blossoms under a small lamp. At first glance, it looks like an actual flower, but on closer inspection, I can tell the rose is made completely of sugar, the soil, and pot... multiple layers of bread!
The baker here is a true artisan of his craft if he can make such things out of food. Many others share in my admiration of the works displayed as a group of people forms around me and the rose. "It's a shame I can't buy it!" Says a young lady. "It looks so beautiful, and I'd be afraid to almost eat it!" We all hear a low, hearty laugh as we turn around to the source.
A man in a white apron and baker's uniform approaches, the very man himself who made the wonderful items on display. He says with a twinkle in his eye. "Why yes, would be a shame to eat such a pretty thing, but I assure you all, everything you see here is in fact edible. I've worked all morning baking up these creations, and each was a labor of love," the baker says with outstretched arms and a smile.
The baker is a man in his mid to late 40's, from what I can tell, and has definitely aged well. Sporting a black beard, neatly trimmed, and a muscular build fit for a young 30 something guy, he definitely looks younger than he seems; but his eyes give it away. They are old and tired, faint crows feet showing on the sides as he squints. His eyes are a dark steel color but show a certain alertness as he surveys the shop and the customers, every now and then looking over at the cashier.
I also follow his eyes and look over at the front counter. There are not many people left in the shop, and Dan seems to be one of the last ones there, besides me. And... he is failing horribly with this plan. I bark out a silent laugh as Dan makes a fool of himself in front of a girl, once again. The guy just never seems to have any luck with the young ladies. With a shake of the head, I collect what bread is left on the shelf and put it on a tray to take to the cash register.
What happened next after that, was quite unexpected. Normally when I speak to a girl, even as one as cute as this, I am usually calm and collected, if I ever talk to a girl at all, but this time I just couldn't find the words. It was as if a cat caught my tongue like I forgot how to put together the necessary sounds to make words. It was a bizarre feeling to be sure, I even fumbled getting out my wallet, a classic Dan maneuver. If I wasn't humiliated before, I was then when I looked to my side and saw Dan holding back a fit of laughter.
Trying to make eye contact again, I take what feels like forever to say I will purchase these items. Thankfully, she doesn't give me any trouble and just nods with a smile as she automatically starts to ring them up on her register.
She's quiet, that's the first thing I noticed after getting past her cute face and beautiful, brown hair. Not once does she offer any words to start a conversation. It was the same with every other customer. She always gave everyone a pilot nod an smile, carrying out her duties with great efficiency. I looked back and saw that the 40 something man was still watching silently, his arms folded. He stood watching like a parent would, chaperoning a date or something like that.
Not wanting to leave without any manners, I thank the cashier for putting up with my friend from earlier.
"Thank you, Lillian, for your hard work and all that, and I'm sorry if my friend here pestered you too much."
The young lady jumps as if something startled her, and her eyes widen. I look around immediately to see what could have happened. But as I turn around to face her again, she is looking directly at me, with great concentration too. Then, she spoke.
"H-How did you know my name?" She asks in a guarded tone. I point to her chest and say with a smile.
"You are wearing a nametag." Lillian then looks down and seems to remember that she is indeed wearing one.
"Oh! That's right. I guess I was wearing this all day." She smiles an awkward smile and then bids a farewell.
"I hope you enjoy your bread! And umm... come back again soon, oh no wait- that wasn't it. Ummm, have a good afternoon?" I smile and nod my head, showing that I was paying attention.
"You have a good afternoon yourself."
I exit the shop and am immediately jerked over to the side by my shoulder. Dan is bewildered, angry even? I snap my head in his direction, prepared to say something, but he ends up cutting me off first.
"Dude! What the HELL was that?" I stare at him, my eyes wide and my mouth gaping open a bit in confusion.
"You totally stole my thunder back there! She didn't speak to anyone at the shop, not a single person. I tried my best pick up lines and everything, nothing. And here you are waltzing right up to the counter and addressing her by her first name!"
"She was wearing a nametag," I quickly point out, "and it's not like I planned any of that. I was just trying to be sociable."
"SURE YOU WERE." Dan clicks his teeth in frustration, sighing heavily and letting his shoulders slump down. "How messed up is this. Of all the people she could have spoken to, she picked an oddball like you, and you only came for the bread too," he emphasizes with a wild hand motion.
I laugh in response. "Yeah, that is pretty weird."
Dan and I go our separate ways for the night. As I head back home to my apartment, my mind still reels from today's encounter. My chest thumps and my head feels light as I sit down. What is this feeling? Could it be, dare I say actual feelings for someone? My stomach then gurgles in protest. Ah, the lightheadedness, that explains it. I haven't eaten since breakfast.
tstarr8481: You have delightfully honed in on the simple complexities of everyday life......your characters are becoming well-developed and provoking both mental and emotional attachments by the reader which is a very important shift. You demonstrated this with subtle cleverness, pulling the reader into both his rational and also the more delicately understated desires that are not always apparent in life. Both the confusion and hope this character displays is very inviting to the reader with a definite enticement to keep reading, wanting now to see if this connection is truly a possibility or simply a wanting expressed......this is exciting and has nudged the story into another dimension. Bravo ! I am looking forward to how this story progresses and you certainly should continue with your endeavor. Wonderful writing always requires us to find that precarious balance......it is something that appears easily performed to the reader if done with careful thought and considerations although you do have a certain remarkable talent in this regard ! Looking forward to your next installment as now I will also continue to wonder how this story wanders through your weaving of this tapestry........
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Rukellian: My apologies if this post caused any confusion for you. I forgot that since I'm listed as a friend of yours, anything I post will appear on your feed. You are free to delete it on your end, as I see you did. This flag represents a political organization found in a favorite Japanese animation of mine. It's a science fiction cartoon called Gundam and the flag is part of the Principality of Zeon, a collective group of people who emigrated to space.
Every now and then I will post something on my feed to see if it attracts like-minded people. This is as far as I can go without actually making a chat room and maintaining it.
tstarr8481: Ruk.........I do not like to delete and had to give a brief research on this flag....and as there were several definitions, had to make a choice before the radicals burned down my feed.......chat rooms can be easily maintained as you just open them when you have available time unless they are major ones. They can take a lot of time so I do relate to that. Hopefully, I did alright with this situation although today has been a bit of a battle and it is not over with yet.. Wishing you the best as always, Tiffany
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tstarr8481: Just thinking that it was fabulous that you did send more as I now am so happy with seeing the topiary which always makes me smile and the outside waterscapes that are so inviting........also the interiors.....well, I could go on and on....thank you very so much once again!
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Rukellian: If I said I would add more, I have regrettably forgotten in doing so. I have other pictures, but they aren't as colorful. Most of the pictures are comprised of lots of topiary, lots of background scenery of the grounds, statues and fountains and such.
tstarr8481: ........First of all would like to say that I also listen to music, mostly classical, while writing and certainly find it enjoyable such as your inclusion of Two Steps From Hell. Your story was wonderfully written, bringing the reader instantly into the scene with delightfully chosen descriptive wording and had a remarkable constant flow of theme which is important in writing. There is nothing that I would consider changing or making remark on regarding such. It was such a joy to read and thinking you are already a creatively talented writer ! Looking forward to seeing more of your work in the future and so happy that you and I have such an awesome common interest !
Rukellian: Ah, very cool. So you also enjoy classical music, good to know! My musical interests vary greatly, and I tend to listen to particular genres to get me in the right mindset when I want to write about something.
Rukellian: To my friends on the Wireclub: I won't be on for much of today, probably, and I can't promise I will be on for the next few days, but I will say this since I'm here right now. Good morning! And, I hope you have a great day. Until we next meet in this virtual world.
Rukellian: From what I can gather, people can only post replies on my profile, right? My blog can only be updated with my own posts?
Rukellian: If anyone is familiar with the phrase 'El Psy Kongroo', feel free to message me. We will have something to talk about, I'm sure.
Rukellian: I'm new to the chat room scene, and I hope to make a good impression. If in my various postings, I somehow offend someone, please let me know here so that I may avoid doing so again, or at least try to. Thanks!