![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Time changes little... (RP)
Mar. 13th, 2009 01:13 pmI'm very ... confused. Unsettled. I'm reading RP logs that are nine years old. I don't remember the scenes at all, I didn't even remember playing this character until I saw the logs.
The logs are nine years old, but I love the storyline in them. I love this character. This is exactly the type of story I love. How can that be? How can nine years have passed but my tastes haven't changed? Shouldn't they have?
It's also a little... scary. When reading fanfics or other peoples' logs, sometimes I have to stop and reread and admire a phrase, a word choice, something like that. It feels odd and wrong to do that for something that I wrote...
Also, it's a little sad. I think my RP is worse now than it was back then. My poses were shorter then (everyone's were), but my word choices and phrasing was sometimes really good.
There's this pose I can't stop studying. The storyline was that a guy from the bad guy group got arrested, and instead of being sent to prison for the third time, he offered to turn informant and give the good guys info. In time, in very slow steps, he and one of the officers of the good guys fell in love. Unfortunately eventually that player vanished from the MUSH, and since no one ever left the bad guy group alive, my character had to die. Two people came to shoot him. One of his last poses:
Thrasher tries to keep from fidgeting as he waits. With effort, he succeeds in keeping his hands still. Another little smile forms on his face -- his restlessness used to drive Bridgit crazy. He looks down from the stars, eyes going to the horizon as his thoughts turn to her. She's out there, somewhere over the ocean. The flavor of his smile changes; better she's there and out of contact with him than here. He answers neither of the two behind him, his thoughts flying across the dark ocean, over the white-capped waves and past the buoys. His smile grows stronger, and he closes his eyes to better see.
"he closes his eyes to better see." That kills me. :D
His application is really good, too. It impressed me (which is really, really odd since I wrote it). I wish I could write like that nowadays. (It's true: if you don't use it, you lose it.)
I need to read more (books). I need to write more. Ten years from now, when I find what few RP logs I take now, will I be as impressed? I highly doubt it, and that's sad.
The logs are nine years old, but I love the storyline in them. I love this character. This is exactly the type of story I love. How can that be? How can nine years have passed but my tastes haven't changed? Shouldn't they have?
It's also a little... scary. When reading fanfics or other peoples' logs, sometimes I have to stop and reread and admire a phrase, a word choice, something like that. It feels odd and wrong to do that for something that I wrote...
Also, it's a little sad. I think my RP is worse now than it was back then. My poses were shorter then (everyone's were), but my word choices and phrasing was sometimes really good.
There's this pose I can't stop studying. The storyline was that a guy from the bad guy group got arrested, and instead of being sent to prison for the third time, he offered to turn informant and give the good guys info. In time, in very slow steps, he and one of the officers of the good guys fell in love. Unfortunately eventually that player vanished from the MUSH, and since no one ever left the bad guy group alive, my character had to die. Two people came to shoot him. One of his last poses:
Thrasher tries to keep from fidgeting as he waits. With effort, he succeeds in keeping his hands still. Another little smile forms on his face -- his restlessness used to drive Bridgit crazy. He looks down from the stars, eyes going to the horizon as his thoughts turn to her. She's out there, somewhere over the ocean. The flavor of his smile changes; better she's there and out of contact with him than here. He answers neither of the two behind him, his thoughts flying across the dark ocean, over the white-capped waves and past the buoys. His smile grows stronger, and he closes his eyes to better see.
"he closes his eyes to better see." That kills me. :D
His application is really good, too. It impressed me (which is really, really odd since I wrote it). I wish I could write like that nowadays. (It's true: if you don't use it, you lose it.)
I need to read more (books). I need to write more. Ten years from now, when I find what few RP logs I take now, will I be as impressed? I highly doubt it, and that's sad.
