~Ozy~
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- Seen Jun 12, 2012
Alright, in honor of the Revenge of the Sith opening, I thought I'd give this little RP a shot. So have fun if you want, it's nothing too serious. Just a place to have some fun, and maybe a lightsaber duel.
The two enemies stand locked in mortal combat. Their lightsabers crackle and glow, hissing and spitting. The energy blades are well beyond deadly. Only another saber can block them. The Sith Master, robed in black snarls at his Jedi opponent. A voice juts into their battle, saying "Break it up, you two!" Bout Jedi and Sith look over at the source, a bespectaled kid, not much older than 19. Laughing, the two combatants flick off the neon tubes they've been using in their hilts, carefully unscrew the blades, and tuck them into thier robes. The two shake hands on a well-coreographed duel. Both are grinning like mad, having recaptured a taste of what they're here for. Star Wars.
It's the days leading up to the first showing of Star Wars Episode VII: Heir to the Empire. And once again, the geeks have turned out in droves, waving fake lightsabers and blasters, dressing up as a favored character or one of their own creation. They're all ready for the midnight showing, and all have been camping out for days, or in some cases, weeks. Hanging out together, arguing over whether Grand Moff Tarkin was cooler than Grand Admiral Thrawn, going back over the old movies in their campers. Most of all, just enjoying the sense of camraderie they get here, enjoying not being ridiculed for knowing every intimate detail of how a lightsaber works. On everyone's minds, though, is one thought: Three days left. Guess what? You're one of them.
Rules:
-No incredible amounts of enimity here. Comments like "You Rebel scum!" are mainly jest, regardless of Imperial or Rebel tendencies. We're all Star Wars geeks here.
-Do TRY and get your facts straight, please? I won't demand absolute perfection, but at least try, okay?
-Remember, you're dressing up as a Jedi. You are not actually a Jedi.
-The Force will be with you. Always.
Name:
Star Wars name (optional):
Age:
Residence while camping out:
Favorite SW movie:
Appearance:
Personality (optional):
Organizations (optional, e.g. the Fighting 501st or Jeedi Assembly):
Costume (include details, like saber color for Jedi/Sith):
The two enemies stand locked in mortal combat. Their lightsabers crackle and glow, hissing and spitting. The energy blades are well beyond deadly. Only another saber can block them. The Sith Master, robed in black snarls at his Jedi opponent. A voice juts into their battle, saying "Break it up, you two!" Bout Jedi and Sith look over at the source, a bespectaled kid, not much older than 19. Laughing, the two combatants flick off the neon tubes they've been using in their hilts, carefully unscrew the blades, and tuck them into thier robes. The two shake hands on a well-coreographed duel. Both are grinning like mad, having recaptured a taste of what they're here for. Star Wars.
It's the days leading up to the first showing of Star Wars Episode VII: Heir to the Empire. And once again, the geeks have turned out in droves, waving fake lightsabers and blasters, dressing up as a favored character or one of their own creation. They're all ready for the midnight showing, and all have been camping out for days, or in some cases, weeks. Hanging out together, arguing over whether Grand Moff Tarkin was cooler than Grand Admiral Thrawn, going back over the old movies in their campers. Most of all, just enjoying the sense of camraderie they get here, enjoying not being ridiculed for knowing every intimate detail of how a lightsaber works. On everyone's minds, though, is one thought: Three days left. Guess what? You're one of them.
Rules:
-No incredible amounts of enimity here. Comments like "You Rebel scum!" are mainly jest, regardless of Imperial or Rebel tendencies. We're all Star Wars geeks here.
-Do TRY and get your facts straight, please? I won't demand absolute perfection, but at least try, okay?
-Remember, you're dressing up as a Jedi. You are not actually a Jedi.
-The Force will be with you. Always.
Name:
Star Wars name (optional):
Age:
Residence while camping out:
Favorite SW movie:
Appearance:
Personality (optional):
Organizations (optional, e.g. the Fighting 501st or Jeedi Assembly):
Costume (include details, like saber color for Jedi/Sith):