#parasample

[altcrlife]

para sample ii.

Khalid spent most of his life in an industry that played with him, treating him like a valuable piece on a chess board that could be easily discarded. Never the king, or even the queen – Khalid spent that time seeing himself as the bishop. Important, but there was always someone else with the same amount of importance as him, and it was about who got his hands on him first and managed to move him around according to their wishes. Joining Pestilence, joining this life was Khalid’s way of choosing to have control, to be the one moving the chess pieces around instead of being in the game.

The man was done with people playing games with him.

It was not only him, it was his house. People he didn’t necessarily know, but that he was still protective over. When the power shut down, Khalid knew what to expect. Getting the footage of June wasn’t complicated – what was difficult was knowing this is what his commander had been reduced to. He knew theirs wasn’t the only one to be in the hands of whoever was doing this, but it didn’t mean that the man felt any less humiliated. Pestilence was supposed to be the smartest house, and yet they haven’t managed to crack this specific code. Whoever was playing them had been having the last laugh for too long and Khalid was tired.

The Face had been texting his second commander when there was a knock on his door. Considering Khalid knew there wasn’t much he could still do about finding the source of the broadcast, he tossed his phone aside and went to the door to answer it. Before Khalid could even check who it was, Beckett was storming into his apartment, Cameron in tow – Pestilence members don’t usually know each other, but Cameron was his superior and great help whenever the job in hand was too difficult for one person.

“ You need me to hack a phone? ” The man asked, reaching for the mobile and taking it into his hands. It was turned off – at least Beckett had enough of a brain still to remember to do that, as he’d told her -, but Khalid hesitated before moving to the couch where his laptop was. “ First of, this is business shit not friends shit, so don’t come with please. The last thing we need is for either of our commanders to think they have the right to tells us to end our friendship because of conflict of interest due to personal attachment. I know you’re aiming for this alliance or whatever, but be practical, this is business. ” Khalid made sure Beckett understood before motioning for Cameron to join him on the couch.

“ Second, I’m offended that you think I need help hacking a phone, ” the man rolled his eyes, pulling a cord and attaching the phone to it. It was only when he had launched a program to lock the location of the phone somewhere as far from them as possible, until they could have access to the passwords and therefore turn off tracking completely, that Khalid turned the device on. “ Do me a favor and don’t tell me who this phone belongs to, yeah? ” He allowed his eyes to drift from Beckett to Cameron. “ Check the phone’s texts and con- wait, I don’t have to tell you what to do, just check what you can after I manage to unlock it. ”

[altcrlife]

para sample i.

              The assignment was fairly simple. Melissa had to use of the altered CV Jezebel had provided for her and as much charm as she possibly could muster to get the position as assistant to the mayor after the previous assistant had suddenly disappeared. It wasn’t only a task as much as it was a real testing of the skills that she had to learn from Beckett, and the smallest slip would put her in some sort of danger. The fact that the assignment had been given to her, however, was something that Mel was still struggling to understand. She couldn’t possibly be the most qualified level one for the job – she got shit done, yeah, but it was mostly pickpocketing, nothing too complicated.

              Melissa supposed that as of lately things have changed – Famine was in danger, and therefore even the most unqualified members had to do more than they usually would in order to be of service to the house. Quitting her old job was something that caused a bit of panic, but mostly relief on the girl. She wasn’t really in need of much money, not with what she was getting from the house, but the stability was a nice thing. If Mel did get the job in the town hall, however, it wasn’t like she could do three things at once. Supporting the house at this moment was a no brainer – Mel never expected to reach this level of devotion, but now that she was here, she was going to go all in.

              The waiting was a bit of a killer. She kept her eyes on her hands, fiddling with the folder she was holding. A copy of her CV was inside, as well as fake letters of recommendation and phone numbers that would be redirected to whoever Jezebel had arranged with to pretend to recommend her if it was necessary. Everything was set - all that was left was for Melissa to do her part. Her thoughts were interrupted by a secretary, telling her the mayor was ready to see her.

              Standing up, she smiled at the woman before walking towards the door. Her heels were loud on the floorboards and just the thought of having to work on them every day if she got this job was giving her a bit of a headache. She knocked, opening it and stepping inside slightly. Mel tried to do what Jez taught her, to give to others what they wanted to see, and kept her smile sweet and coy. “ Excuse me, sir? I’m here for the interview for the assistant spot. ”

[indicusmock]

poor little rich boy

The warm shades of dawn crept in through the smeared glass of the hotel room window, dousing the sporadic room in misfittingly welcoming colours, their kaleidoscopic play reflected in the absent stare of green orbs. He’d been away from home for three months now, a quarter of his journey already behind him but not yet enough of it to be unable to consider it just the beginning. So many more destinations were still on his list, so much more good was to be done. Consequently, so many more sacrifices were to be made. Sighing deeply, the man leant forward, elbows propped up on the window pane, pointers massaging his temples. How could he have so severely misbudgeted that he already had to cut back before even being halfway through with his travels? Oh no, I won’t need that much. No need for so much additional luxury. I really want to feel this, you know? Experience it firsthand. He could knock himself out for his stupidity at this point. Maybe if money and its value had ever been an appropriate concern on his mind, he would have known that like this, he couldn’t grant himself many methods of relaxation whatsoever. So much for feeling it, for experiencing it firsthand. If only that still seemed appealing now that he’d seen it, he’d seen it all. As if on command, Jonathan’s stomach churned at the mere thought, the memories all too sharply etched into his mind. The rank reek of lack of hygiene and sanitation, the desperation, the diseases, the hunger, the pain — the poverty. 

Looking out at the streets of Kolkata now, he couldn’t help but feel privileged in spite of his humble accomodation yet at the same time he felt so horribly out of place, so misunderstood, so tortured, so poor. How evident was a lack of character if despite his recent realisations, despite knowing exactly just how badly some people suffered every day while he was wrapped up in silk and all the comfort emerald bills could buy, free to live without a care in the world, he still managed to pity himself right now? Merely because he couldn’t take a bath in a bathtub verging on a whirlpool or buy ten more designer shirts he didn’t need or splurge on lunch and dinner at a five-star-restaurant every single day and night right now? Pathetic, if you thought about it. Truly pathetic but true, far too painfully true. It embarrassed him, quite frankly, to realise this but wasn’t it, at the very least, better than denial? He was weak, wasn’t he? A weak little boy too used to the comforts of his decadent overpriced home, too used to not having to worry about his finances, too used to being handed and fed everything he wanted on a silver platter and with a silver spoon. In all honesty, he had himself believed to be more mature at 23 years of age and for God’s sake, he had thought himself to be less materialistic. Wasn’t this mindset precisely the one he always frowned upon with clear disgust whenever someone else exhibited it? Well... the big spending had always been the least of his worries, if he was perfectly honest.

A knock on the door disrupted his thought process, the guest — George, one of the other charity workers he had bounded with over comparable heritage yet a comparable mindset (or so he had thought prior to his epiphany of materialistic delights) — letting himself in without further ado. 

“Are you ready, Jon? Our ride will be here in ten.” 

Was he ready? Would he ever be ready? Not to give up on his lifestyle once he returned home, or ever, that much was rather ostensible at this point. To still try and make the most of his weaknesses and do good nonetheless, however? Absolutely. Even if once this was over, he’d have to do some serious thinking.

“Sure, I’ll be down in five. Wait up for me, alright?”

Now if only his planing for the future could wait up for him as well, everything would be just rosy. Looked like someone needed an adjusted plan, not that he had ever had much of one in the first place. But all in given time. For now, he was in Kolkata. For now, he could make the most out of his misery by lessening that of others and maybe, just maybe, it would miraculously make him feel as good as he had always hoped it would this time around.

[chanciwrites]

para sample

She had let him know that Alaric and her were not exclusive. Alaric. What kind of name was that anyway? He rolled his eyes and was glad that they didn’t really talk much about him again. But God did he want to punch the boy. But he kept all that to himself. He didn’t need to let Quinn know that after all this time he still loved her. They talked on AIM and somehow Quinn confessed that she bought back his ring. He fell asleep right after that, which sucked, but they were okay today. They talked and Sam finally admitted the real reason why he moved to Connecticut. They talked a lot about it all and in the end Quinn told him that he still had a chance. Thank God.

The boy finished talking to her and went to jump in the shower. He washed his hair and body twice, shaved his face and got out. He dried himself and found his jeans, a nice button up shirt and his cowboy boots. Once the clothing was on, he slipped on his watch and put his cologne on. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. This would have to do. He sent Quinn a text asking the address and grabbed his keys and wallet. Sam jumped into his beat up truck and headed to her place. Once he was there, he sat in his truck for a few minutes, trying to steady himself. He was going to be okay. Somehow.

Sam got out of the truck and walked up to the apartment. He knocked a couple of times and stood back, waiting for the love of his life. He didn’t know what was going to happen tonight or in his future but somehow he had to make this work. If he didn’t his heart might be destroyed.

[baelanirps]

✗ —Para Sample

    “My heart beats so damn quick when you say my

                   name….When I’m holding you tight, I’m so alive Now let’s live it up” 

"We outta room lady, you just gon’ have to find somewhere else to lay up." The gust of wind mushed me in my face, as the Assistant to the homeless shelter rejected my plee for help.

Twenty-four years old, with half a college education and you would think I would have my own place, my own home, And I wouldn’t have my new born destitute in this snowy New York weather.

But not only did I not have live, I was blessed recently to be a mother. I will not call my beautiful daughter a mistake, the way she was made and the environment she is exposed to a mistake on my part, that I regret daily.

"We’ll be okay Camille, I promise mommy will get us outta this.." Rocking my bundle of joy in my arms, I watched the cars past by. In the city, if you don’t move quick, you’ll be nothing more than a faded, and burred memory, And I am a true produce of this saying.

I knew there was going to be more downfall of snow, so I thought it would be a smart Idea for me to get a place for Camille, and I to stay but of course they were full; Ignoring the disappointment that rang heavy in my heart, I made the journey to the place where I and Camille usually stayed.

"Hello Miss.Sorriyah.." Mr. Bell waved me over, I jogged quickly, holding on tight to the sleeping baby.

"Hey Mr. B" I made an attempt at a friendly smile. "What’s up?"

"I got something for you.." Leaning inside the corner store he owns, he came back with a brown bag. "It’s just something…Bus pass, food, diapers, feminine things for you Mrs. Brown made me add..Things you’re going to need, I heard it’s gonna be a big storm.

The expression on my face didn’t explain thankful I truly I was, Now I didn’t have to as worry much. I had under four dollars to my name, And I was questioning how, Camille or I was even going to eat. 

"T-Thank you so much.." My words slurred as I bent over to hug him; he, himself didn’t know how much weight he took of my shoulders, the world that I was carrying felt lessened.

"It’s okay..It’s okay babygirl.." He patted my back lightly, As I pulled away. "Just get you, and that baby into a nice, warm place..We don’t need both of you getting sick.."

I nodded, faintly smiling; he walked about into the shop; Back at “find a nicer place to sleep, then outside” mission, and it was a bust to be honest with you.

Camillie’s eyes shot open with awakening, her chubby cheeks grew red with every passing moment because of the cold, ice that began to fall lightly.

"Ssh…We’re almost there baby girl..Just hush for mommy.." I ran my thumb across her cheek, trying to sooth her crying.

The stoop behind the Chinese restaurant is what we, for the time being are calling home. The porch like space had a heating vent on the side, and the screen that covered the top, kept us in a way protected from the ‘outside’.

"Mak sore u got out by 10:30!" Throwing the trash in the dumpster, the manger of the Chinese buffet grilled me.. "You mak my place look trashy!"

Ignored her last comment, thanking her for allowing to stay here.

Camille in one hand. my other was busy taking out the blankets we used regularly. Fixing Cam’s baby ski mask, I laid her gently down on the layered blankets; Her small hands wailed in the air as she giggled some.

"Warm huh baby?" I made a silly face at her, for a few minutes, we sat there just enjoying the sight of snow falling.

"Hey..Riyah…" The Manger’s and owners son poked his head out the door. "I heard my mom trippin’ as always." Kai mumbled lowly, shaking his head. His Asian accent took back burner once his new york accent took control. "But I got you some good good—" Leaving, then coming back; in his left hand he held a meal bowl that contained Sweet and sour chicken, with fried rice and in the other, he had warm milk, and water.

"I figured you and Camille were hungry, and the water is for later…it probaly will stay hot for the rest of tonight, and maybe part of the morning."

Two good deeds from others in ONE day, Feelings a little..Blessed, if you will.

"Thank y—"

"I gotta go! stay warm, Bye Cam!" with speed, Camille, and I were once left again, this time with food, and a sort of warm place to lay our heads at.

                                                                10:26 AM

Quickly jumping up, I made it my personal vendetta not to wake Camille. Taking the small digital clock that was hidden deep in my personal bag, I stared at the small numbers on it; the numbers began to fade because of the lack of power the batteries had.

It read ‘10:26’

Knowing both Manger, and owner they would be out here any minute, badgering me about leaving.

Throwing myself into my trash bag, I quickly got redressed in the frightening cold, switching Cam’s booties to rain boots, we were ready to go.

"Excuse me miss?" Turning around, My eyes gazed up quickly, my mouth went dry. He looked at me, for him to be this smiley this early in the morning, he must’ve been used to it. "You dropped this."

he handing me Camille’s juice bottle, and I nodded a simple thank you; turning my back to him, I tried to ignore the feeling on him staring at me.

"Hmh." He coughed, trying to grab my attention; annoying, I turned around, hands on hips. "I don’t mean to disturb you, but do you live..here?"

"I don’t live anywhere, I am homeless." I knew he had to be startled because of how blunt I was being. It was too early for this type of conversation, and I just don’t want to talk to him, I didn’t want more than him passing me back a bottle that fell.

"Well..where are you going?" The papers that once filled his hands, were tucked under his arms, and surprisingly, he had began to help me pick up the clothes, bottle, and food sprawled everywhere.

"homeless shelter." I replied dryly, not trying to pick his presence; my cracked up, and tried voice began normal once again.

"Mind if I walked you?" Looking him up and down, I eyed his scrubs.

[rosierph]

PARA SAMPLE 2

A Para sample for roleplays.

If ANYONE steals this, I will literally murder you. Don’t steal it, thanks.

It was just another day for Stephanie, sitting around at home reading or just writing something up on her computer. Right now she had out her computer on her lap letting the warmth of the computer seep into her cold, tan skin. She was scanning websites such as, Forever 21, H&M, anything big that she could get her hands on and what she had beside her was her fathers credit card. He let her take it whenever she begged for something new in her wardrobe or just felt the need to spend. The only sound you heard in the room was her nicely manicured nail hitting the mouse of the lap-top. She shifted her legs from the couch a few times trying to get use to the heat hitting her bear legs until she couldn't handle it anymore, it was already bothering her so much. Stephanie put the computer with her newly bought items aside on the couch while she walked off to the kitchen for a snack. The kitchen was huge and she really didn't think they needed something so big since her parents were hardly home and they both never cooked so what was the point of having such a big kitchen where you're not even going to use it? She went over to a basket that held a few fruit of all choices but she grabbed the only green apple walking off to the sink to rinse it out. She took a bite out of the apple leaning against the counter staring out at the empty house, it was still day and from where she was standing she could see straight out the french doors and into the huge grassy backyard where the grass was always kept trimmed and clean, Stephanie didn't have anything to do; she was getting to the point where she was going to throw something out the window because of how bored she was. Holding the apple for a minute in her mouth she moved her body away from the counter and over to the garbage where she threw out the half eaten apple so she could head up to her room where she would get ready for the rest of her day. 

While walking up the large steps in her house she thought of places to go, maybe the mall? That's where all the good stores where anyway. Stephanie came up to her large room where everything was in place so neatly. Her white rug went in between her toes as she walked into the room and over to her walk in closet where it didn't even look like a closet. It looked like another room, it even had a little island in the middle of her room so she could put any new makeup on it if she wanted to. Her clothes were all sorted into the right color form down to the shorts she wore but this never bothered her since she liked having so much clothes. She walked over to her shorts since they were one of her most favorite things to wear, grabbing a pair of her light blue short shorts, then over to her tank tops where she grabbed a darker blue shirt. She slipped these items on as fast as she could walking out of her huge closet, sometimes she felt like London Tipton from how big her closet was and how you could get lost in it sometimes. Stephanie left out the shoes she was going to wear in front of her bed laying on the floor. Slipping on her warm boots she looked in the mirror combing through her naturally curly hair a few times before grabbing her keys.She walked back downstairs to grab her over sized sunglasses and purse before she went outside to her car that was parked out front. 

She arrived to the mall with nothing in her hands just her purse and sunglasses. She didn't want to bump into anyone she knew just in case of anything so she made everything quick and simple since she planned out where she was going first in her car. She was going to go to H&M first so she took a shortcut through the huge mall to the store. When she went inside she was nervous but the adrenaline that was pumping her veins took over her mind and she found a quick outfit to change into but she also felt like eyes were on her as she made her way to the fitting room. Stephanie took a long look at the clothes in her hands before ripping off each and every tag, alarm, ticket, she had found on them before throwing the new outfit on her body. She folded up her clothes she had walked into the store with into her large tote bag; put on her sunglasses as she stepped out the fitting room. She looked around a few times before she exited the store, glad she made it out okay since she still felt like the workers eyes were on her. It was never easy doing this so when she finally made her way outside she just jumped into another clothing store in case they did watch her leave. She made sure she entered the store calmly just in case someone had seen her but the only person who saw her enter was one of the women who worked there, "Hello! Can I help you with anything?" She spoke softly to Stephanie before she could even take a few steps more into the store, "No. I'm just looking around. Thank you." Stephanie pulled over sunglasses and looked around the store knowing she couldn't change her outfit since they had seen what she was wearing when she came into the store. Instead she looked around for small items such as makeup, earrings, and bracelets. These items were easy to take since they were so small to fit and hide in her bag by the time she headed out of the store no alarm would go off.

Arriving to her last store for the day was simple. No one greeted her at the door, people were barely in the store so she decided to snatch up another outfit for the day. Grabbing her outfit and going off to the fitting room. Stephanie was in the middle of pulling off the tags when she had heard knocking- more like banging on her fitting room door. She panicked, she didn't know where to put the clothes or her purse since the room was so small. "Ma'am. I need you to step out the room now." A heavy voice seeped into the door of the fitting room so she tired her best to hide the clothing in her bag and just keep her chin up high for when she stepped out of the room, "Yes, sir? I was only trying on some clothes." She spoke sweetly, batting her eyelashes as much as she could, "Yeah, you need to come with us." He took her wrists roughly pulling her out of the store. All she wanted to do now was hide under a rock because of all the faces that were staring her down as she left this store and into the security station that was in the building. The large man that pulled her out of the last store she was in took a seat in front of her with a small tv on wheels stood behind him, "Ma'am we caught you taking off tags in this last store you were in." She looked at him shocked at both them creeping in the rooms and that they finally caught her, "You what?! You watched me change?!" Her voice risen with each word that fell out of her mouth, "We also caught you taking jewelry and makeup in this store," He showed the last video to her so this couldn't be changed. She sunk down in her chair more and more until during the middle of the video where her father came storming inside upset. She saw him slip what looked like a check to the officer without her seeing then walking over to her purse taking out the makeup and jewelry out of her purse and handing it to the officer, "Let's go. now." His voice was stern and serous. Stephanie wasn't even thinking about how she got caught by the time she left the mall, she was just thinking about the next time how she would be more careful when she was taking something. 

[rosierph]

PARA SAMPLE 1

A Para sample for roleplays.

If ANYONE steals this, I will literally murder you. Don't steal it, thanks.

Chachi had been in her room most of the day doing nothing. She knew she would have to get up and do something but knowing Chachi if she were to do something it would be dancing. She realized she hadn’t thought of any dances ever since she arrived to the house, she just been in her room alone along with a few hi’s whenever Louis came in and out of the room. Chachi sighed heavily as she pulled herself off the bed thinking of a place to dance since there wasn’t a dance studio in the house, “Hm..” She thought quietly. The only place she could think of was outside by the pool. Since there wasn’t much people living in the house she didn’t think anyone would be outside by the pool. Chachi nodded as she changed into her black Chachimomma pants, a bandeau that revealed her stomach, along with a white, lace shirt that she put over. She ran her finger through her newly brown hair as she threw on some vans and jogged out of the room happy at the fact that she was going to do something today.

Chachi jogged her way through the huge house, passing by familiar faces but she was determined to dance. Once the erge to dance hit her there was no way in stopping her from doing what she loved. As she found her way to the back of the house, Chachi’s finger tips touched the class doors that kept her from going outside. She peeked out to see if anyone was by the pool. No one. She would be safe for about an hour or so. She pulled the doors in her direction until she felt the warm air touch the skin of her arms. Stepping outside she walked along the pool to the more grassy area where there would be more space for her to anything instead of slipping and falling into the pool. That wouldn’t be too fun. As her feet made it’s way to the grassy area she looked around for a second making sure no one would be around while she messed up a few steps before she perfected them. The song that was playing around in her head was something slow and took a step away from what she would normally dance too. It was Irresistible by One Direction, it was slower than any hip-hop song she had danced to so the dance she was about to make up would be about how she felt for someone that she might of had a crush on. 

Chachi let the lyrics play along in her head. When the words ‘lips’ came along she would let her fingers trail along her lips quickly but suddenly she was thrown back for a moment. A memory she completely forgot was brought back to her mind. Someone she completely pushed to the back of her mind for about two years now. Chachi was now sitting on the floor trying to push back the memory but it was just poking through her thoughts to the point where that was all she could think about, all she could see right now.

— Flashback —

It was a normal day back in ABDC. All the crews were getting ready for tomorrow’s show, the music blasted through the building and in every corner you spotted someone dancing. Chachi couldn’t believe she had made it so far in the compitition with her friends and she had her mind set on winning the whole thing. She walked along outside noticing it was sunset and she had to head off to her hotel room. As she walked along the back of the studio she could help but notice one of the producers of the show. He was tall- Very tall actually, his arms were built and she see just slightest of a smirk creep on his face she walked by. Chachi nervously smiled and waved over at the older man as she walked down past the now empty tents. The sound of footsteps began to crawl in louder behind her while it started getting darker and dark outside. She was a block away from her hotel when a large set of hands slammed down on her shoulder causing her to fall. Chachi laid there on the floor shocked at how she was thrown down. She looked up to see it was the producer looking down on her with that same creepy smirk on his face, “Hello Chachi.” He spoke quietly.

Like any normal girl Chachi tried to get to her feet and run but being pulled in the opposite direction. Pain crashed into her body as she felt her hair being pulled. Chachi kicked her feet as she screamed but was jolted up by those same hands to cover her mouth from screaming. The muffled cries she let out of her mouth made it hard for her to breathe, her vision was blurred from her tears and she could barely see the hotel anymore. All that ran through her head was her crew mates, how they would be waiting for her at the hotel and wondering why she hadn’t shown up when she told them. She was much younger than all of them so she hoped they would go out looking for her in no time but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen just yet. 

Chachi clawed at the man’s arms, digging her nails in his skin until she made him bleed. She had thought that may have worked to get him off of her but he was too strong and didn’t move once. As he pulled her into a alley where she had no clue what he was going to do to her or if she was going to be alive by the time this was done. He dropped her to the floor and stomp her chest so she could barely run off. As Chachi tried to catch her breathe and get up a body was thrown on top of hers whispering curse words in her ear as he undressed her. All Chachi could do was cry and pray she would live. 

Once everything was finished all she could do was sit there, feel useless, dirty, gross. Her make-up was everywhere, her clothes were ripped in all sorts of places, she could feel brusies forming all over her body but mostly her whole body hurt. A large pair of hands grabbed her face to force her to look him in the eye, “If you tell anyone about this, i’ll kill you.” His voice was steady. He pushed her face out of his hands and walked off leaving her on the ground sobbing. That same night she ran off to her room trying to stay un-noticed for the rest of the night. Cleaning off the feeling of being forced into something she didn’t want to do. That night she cried herself to sleep.

— End of Flashback —

Chachi’s head were in her her hands as she began to cry. It was like she could still feel his touch on her skin and each and everything that touched her body from that night. She sat in the middle of the backyard crying quietly so no one could hear her. She was afraid to go back inside and have someone ask her why she was crying when she couldn’t even tell them what happened to her in fear she might die the next day or even week.