Re: Part I
[ SAMPLES ] Role Play Sample: (at least one paragraph, in character)
Naminé stepped hesitantly through the open door of the dorm room, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. Along with the standard bedroom furniture there were a number of knickknacks, including an alarm clock, a poster on the wall, and a few books on the lone bookshelf which suggested that someone inhabited the room - or at least that someone had, recently. The meek blonde stepped gingerly as she approached one of the room's two beds, as if she was worried she might wake the room's seemingly absent tenant. She placed her luggage down on the folded covers, then sat down next to it, pleasantly surprised by the mattress's softness. While she still worried about how her new home would compare to the last institute she'd been sent to, she was at least optimistic that she'd sleep comfortably. Unless, of course, her new roommate was a snorer. She glanced again around the room for indications that the room was being used. Sure enough, she saw a closet, now, previously hidden to her behind the door. The closet was all but closed, but from the crack left open Naminé could see clothes hanging and an assortment of possessions piled on the floor. The closet doors themselves appeared ready to burst out should anything more be added; her new roommate must have hurried to clean up upon hearing they'd soon be sharing their space. She bit down gently on her bottom lip, nervous. She hoped they would get along; the last thing she wanted to do was make anyone else's stay harder. She looked up at the poster on the wall, and a blond-haired boy appeared to stare back at her. Who the heck was Jesse McCartney? She'd have to get caught up on pop culture if she was going to make conversation with her peers. Her stomach tied itself in a knot at the thought. Brushing aside the thought, Naminé stood up and unzipped her suitcase. She had just begun to pull out some clothes when the sound of someone at the door clearing their throat made her jump. She turned around promptly to greet the stranger.
"Hello," she said sheepishly, brushing her long blonde bangs out of her eyes, "I hope I'm not intruding..."
Journal Sample: (a couple quick paragraphs, in character)
A fresh start... that's what Aunty Claudia called it. And I suppose she's right. Hard to get much fresher than moving alone to a different state. Hard to get much scarier, too. Everyone I've met has seemed nice enough, but... I still feel like everyone is trying to figure me out. Nobody's asked "What's your deal?" yet, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. I'm sure things can't be that much different here. Nicer beds, better lighting, food that doesn't taste like gravel, but the purpose is the same. Fix the broken people. Help the lost children find their way home.
I don't mean to complain. A lot of people have it worse than me, I know. Still, I can't help but envy the normal kids. The kids whose biggest worries are who's going to ask them to prom, and whether they're going to pass finals. The kinds of kids I'll be going to class with all too soon. I hope I'm ready for all that. I hope I won't stand out as being a year a year behind. I hope I'll be able to blend into the crowd long enough to survive high school.