. c a e l i r i a .

A Note and A Veiled Threat

Hey guys, I’m sorry to be posting this extremely bitchy blog post, but I’ve been really frustrated lately.

Caeliria is a place to grow, learn, and expand your horizons. It’s about being proactive. You don’t need to feel shy or intimidated or any of that. We’re laid back, we want people to have fun. Some of you may be here just because you’re bored and find that role-playing is a fun way to pass time and some of you may have a true passion for writing and love how role-playing helps you learn more about yourself and your characters. I’d like this site to be a good place for both types and, at the moment, I don’t think it is.

We have a very, very small group of great, dedicated users and I love them. A lot of them are moderators for obvious reasons. Then there are the rest, all sixty or however many it is. Most of you are inactive or just hang around in the cbox or OOC boards. Join role-plays or you will never become a member. Start boards, it’ll make us think higher of you. We don’t like bullying people but it’s extremely annoying to have seventy members or so and have most of them be not doing anything.

I’d like to give you an example of someone who started off not very good and with some very bad habits and became great over a very short period because she was proactive and wanted to learn. This would be Bree.

Here’s a sample from a piece she did when she first came to Caeliria:

“Just go hang out with that tramp!” I screamed in my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, Lucas’s face. He stared at me with a slightly amused look in his muddy brown eyes that stared into my teary caramel ones ( In first person, description of ‘yourself’ doesn’t work. The comment on his eyes is good; it has a negative connotation which works well.) . I could see people giving us looks, some people leaning over to others and clearly whispering about us. Lucas and I have had multiple relationship problems in our three years together; Lucas had cheated on me twice with his old girl friend, Abi. He told me he was sorry and that he would never do it again. I could easily be made guilty so I always bought his sob stories. Once again he was cheating on me with Abi. Abi was a pretty girl no doubt, but she had an ugly personality. She had straight silky black hair that reached her waist, shimmering hazel eyes, chalky white skin, and to top it off she had a coca cola figure. If she didn’t get her way she had to throw a tantrum and get revenge, whether is was big or small.
    “Baby, plea-” Lucas began before my dainty hand connected with his cheek. I could see some other people our age laughing when they saw me slap him. His jaw was hanging down with a slight disgust as his face became mixed with rage, his eyes forming slits glaring intensely at me. He slightly raised a muscled arm as if to hit me, but lowered it. My face was twisted with pure anger.
    “Don’t. Baby. Me!” I seethed through me teeth as I swiftly removed my lanky figure from Lucas’s company. My walk became a stride which became a run as I rushed out of the local mall we were in. Tears streamed down my heart shaped face covered in freckles as my flaming red hair blew behind me.
    My shoes made a light tap on the ground as I slowed my pace. I was now in a local park that was a few blocks from my house. The park had a big field with trees surrounding it, and the park off to the side. It was one of the older style of parks that were still made out of bars and wood. I stepped down into the bark pit that the play equipment was in, and slinked over to the swing set. I sat down causing the old set to squeak. A gentle breeze blew my hair along my bare back, tickling me where my white halter top didn’t cover. Tear’s dripped off my cheeks, and onto my faded jeans leaving little wet spots.
    “So what?! I’m still a rockstar-” My silver LG Shine cell phone vibrated as it sang Pink’s “So What?” I slide it open seeing it was a text from my friend Erika. ‘I heard bout u & Luc.’ The text read. I sighed, and rolled my eyes. Lucas was probably going around telling everyone how he broke up with me. ‘Wat did u hear?’ I text back. Erika has been my best friend since grade school. We met in first grade when people would always pick on me. I was a weakling, while Erika was strong and independent. I had my phone open when Erika replied to her text so I managed to avoid the sudden burst of music. ‘I heard that he broke up with u’ Erika replied. I sighed as I closed my phone. I didn’t feel like dealing with this right now. A light smile grazed my lips as memories of when I first met Lucas flowed into my mind.

Now, here’s a recent intro of hers from ModS:

The young looking woman continued to walk straight as all these memories flashed through her mind. Though, she probably shouldn’t call them memories. They aren’t hers so therefore they are just… clips of life scrolling through her mind, not memories. After all, it can’t be a memory if it never happened to you. But maybe her name is Emma, and she danced in the rain with some boy. The woman quickly lifted her hand and looked at the name scrawled on it. Pe-Penelope. She thought slightly disappointed as she lowered her hand back to her side. She isn’t Emma, and that wasn’t her memory of dancing in the rain. She is Penelope; but maybe someone wrote that name when she wasn’t paying attention so she would never know she is Emma, the girl who likes to dance in the rain, or Courtney, the one engaged to Kyle.

But then she could also be the mother with a son named Antonio. She stopped and turned towards a shop window. No, she isn’t the mother of little Antonio. Antonio’s mother had thick black curls and tan skin. She is Penelope with sandy blonde hair that is a tangled mass and she has peachy skin. Antonio’s mother also had bright brown eyes while she has deep set hazel ones. Penelope stared at her reflection, maybe life would be better if she was Antonio’s mother. A confident woman with full lips instead of Penelope who carried herself like a turtle while wringing her hands in front of her with skinny lips. She scrunched up her freckled, button nose and continued on her way.

The wind blew viciously, trying to make her cozy trench coat blow away, and expose her to the needle like rain drops that were slowly attacking her cheeks. She should be at home letting Mrs. Dessen comfort her and help her with her memory struggles. Not out her meeting some stranger. As Penelope turned the corner she stared ahead in distress. All the streets look the same. Maybe she isn’t heading to some strange address. Maybe she is trapped on one street, forever walking it. Whenever she turns a corner she is back at the beginning. Maybe I can go back and fool the street. Penelope thought as she stopped walking and began looking around. The same gray buildings, the same closed shops, and same dull colors; all hoping the drain Penelope of her color and make her part of its lifelessness.

She’s a wonderful example of everything we believe in and stand for here, everything we want to see.

Now, here’s some nagging for the people who are members: Why aren’t you guys posting ANYTHING in the Member Boards? They’re there for a reason. I think a big part of people not really trying in the Student Boards at all is because they don’t see anything to look forward to in the Member Boards.
Start posting role-plays there. Really.
If this Student/Member system we have going is going to always be this ineffective, I’m going to switch back to just using auditions.

Also, the Cbox is not for chatplays and do not spam there. Try not to be an annoying twit, really.
I don’t like the way my site is being portrayed, sorry.

Please, I’d like your comments on this, whether it’s to call me a big bitch or to agree with me.

Caroline out.