[Jane tiptoes around the gate, eyeing it like it’s about to jump out and attack her. With all her ties to her various allies (and potential murderers), she’s feeling a little off-kilter. Whether this was the thing that brought her here or the thing that will get her out, she doesn’t feel like jumping into it will have any bearing on her tight-assery. After all, it’d be just ludicrous to jump headfirst into it.
Unless her dad’s in there.
Oh shit, what if her dad’s in there?!
Jane grips her cheeks (the ones on her face, geez!), groaning a little. Whatever is she meant to do now?
It’s at this point that she notices a...thing-- er, person! In a similar predicament.]
Er, hello? I’m Jane! Do you know where we-- oh goodness, what in the fuck are you?
[The stranger turns, glares.]
Uh-- I just mean, you look a little...gray...around the gills.
PROBABLY BECAUSE I’M A TROLL. BUT I SUPPOSE YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT A TROLL IS SO THE VERY CONCEPT OF EXPLAINING THIS TO YOU IS ENTIRELY FUCKING POINTLESS.
Oh! I know some trolls!
...UH, YOU DO? HUH.
Yes! There’s a swell one who’s a girl and a not-so-nice one who mostly wants to kill us! I’m guessing you aren’t either of them since they apparently sort of watch us or something voyeuristic like that.
I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHO YOU ARE, NO. AND AS FOR YOUR QUESTION, NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE WE ARE.
Well, that’s just devil fucking wonderful.
WHAT?
Sorry. Inside joke.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE: (if you're already actively playing a character in HR, you don't need to do this section! but surprise us with your creativity and put something here anyway~?)
To put it frankly, this was not what Jane expected Sburb to look like. Or...feel like? Who put her in these leathery duds? This stuff is straight up Medieval! Or perhaps Renaissance-ian? Oh, that isn’t even a word.
Jane wanders around, taking a cautious inventory of her surroundings. It seems Sburb’s Alpha has taken a bit of an abrupt setting shift? This looks nothing like Prospit-- there is not nearly enough gold --and it feels too fantastical to be Earth. Then again, she did say she was going to work on her skepticism, and immediately assuming that something is up when nothing may in fact be up would be the opposite of open-mindedness, wouldn’t it?
So...Sburb. She’s in the game! She should tell someone! Just gotta get the ol’ Tiaratop fired up (surely Dirk will forgive her for this just this once!) and send off a few HOO HOO HUZZAH!-s to her compatri...ots...
Oh shit, the freaking thing is gone! What the hell is this bullshit? A PDA? Who sends messages on those?! Aaaaaugh! Why can’t anything in this game go right?!
Re: Jane Crocker | Homestuck | Reserved
FIRST-PERSON SAMPLE:
[Jane tiptoes around the gate, eyeing it like it’s about to jump out and attack her. With all her ties to her various allies (and potential murderers), she’s feeling a little off-kilter. Whether this was the thing that brought her here or the thing that will get her out, she doesn’t feel like jumping into it will have any bearing on her tight-assery. After all, it’d be just ludicrous to jump headfirst into it.
Unless her dad’s in there.
Oh shit, what if her dad’s in there?!
Jane grips her cheeks (the ones on her face, geez!), groaning a little. Whatever is she meant to do now?
It’s at this point that she notices a...thing-- er, person! In a similar predicament.]
Er, hello? I’m Jane! Do you know where we-- oh goodness, what in the fuck are you?
[The stranger turns, glares.]
Uh-- I just mean, you look a little...gray...around the gills.
PROBABLY BECAUSE I’M A TROLL. BUT I SUPPOSE YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT A TROLL IS SO THE VERY CONCEPT OF EXPLAINING THIS TO YOU IS ENTIRELY FUCKING POINTLESS.
Oh! I know some trolls!
...UH, YOU DO? HUH.
Yes! There’s a swell one who’s a girl and a not-so-nice one who mostly wants to kill us! I’m guessing you aren’t either of them since they apparently sort of watch us or something voyeuristic like that.
I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHO YOU ARE, NO. AND AS FOR YOUR QUESTION, NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE WE ARE.
Well, that’s just devil fucking wonderful.
WHAT?
Sorry. Inside joke.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE: (if you're already actively playing a character in HR, you don't need to do this section! but surprise us with your creativity and put something here anyway~?)
To put it frankly, this was not what Jane expected Sburb to look like. Or...feel like? Who put her in these leathery duds? This stuff is straight up Medieval! Or perhaps Renaissance-ian? Oh, that isn’t even a word.
Jane wanders around, taking a cautious inventory of her surroundings. It seems Sburb’s Alpha has taken a bit of an abrupt setting shift? This looks nothing like Prospit-- there is not nearly enough gold --and it feels too fantastical to be Earth. Then again, she did say she was going to work on her skepticism, and immediately assuming that something is up when nothing may in fact be up would be the opposite of open-mindedness, wouldn’t it?
So...Sburb. She’s in the game! She should tell someone! Just gotta get the ol’ Tiaratop fired up (surely Dirk will forgive her for this just this once!) and send off a few HOO HOO HUZZAH!-s to her compatri...ots...
Oh shit, the freaking thing is gone! What the hell is this bullshit? A PDA? Who sends messages on those?! Aaaaaugh! Why can’t anything in this game go right?!