Samples for Duplicity Application
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notfoul(i) Network
[ After someone was kind enough to show Thomas the basics of the device, he decided to give it a try for himself. Thomas debated between video and audio for a short while, deciding to go with the latter. It was still strange to know that people would be able to see his face - the audio felt more like a radio transmission which Thomas was more familiar with. ]
Good evening.
[ There's a polite stiffness to his voice and for anyone who may hail from his country of birth, a distinct Yorkshire accent. ]
My name is Thomas Barrow and I am looking for work. You can call me Mr. Barrow if you prefer. I've been a servant for almost half my life and coming here - [ He pauses, the stiffness dropping for a moment ] - coming here means I don't have to do that anymore. I can explore other opportunities.
All that I ask is to be paid a decent wage and to be treated with respect.
Thank you.
[ The audio clicks off and Thomas relaxes for a moment. At least until he receives any replies. ]
(ii) Log
One of the most surprising things about this city is that he wasn't judged for who he was. He didn't have to hide every single part about himself. Granted, the rules were odd and the constant monitoring could be off putting, but Thomas felt freer than he'd ever been in his entire life. By some sheer luck he was in the position of a Dominant and given somewhere nice to live; it might not have been a Lord's manor but it suited his needs.
When he first arrived, Thomas did practice caution. He was in a strange, new place where he didn't know anyone nor if he could trust them. So he refrained from making quota in the beginning, afraid that a police van was going to scoop him up and throw him in jail. That was before Thomas realised how open people were in this city, freely choosing who they took to their bed and sometimes, even multiple people.
He saw men kissing other men. Holding hands and whispering sweet nothings into their ear. It made Thomas angry in the beginning, bitter than he didn't have that for himself back home. Reminding him of the men he had grown close to and the rejections he received from them. Thomas soon realised that he didn't have to be so bitter and twisted about it. He could eventually find a special connection for himself or even just a warm body for the night.
Having that choice meant everything.
(ooc: Note, I wanted to include a more introspective log to display his thinking)
[ After someone was kind enough to show Thomas the basics of the device, he decided to give it a try for himself. Thomas debated between video and audio for a short while, deciding to go with the latter. It was still strange to know that people would be able to see his face - the audio felt more like a radio transmission which Thomas was more familiar with. ]
Good evening.
[ There's a polite stiffness to his voice and for anyone who may hail from his country of birth, a distinct Yorkshire accent. ]
My name is Thomas Barrow and I am looking for work. You can call me Mr. Barrow if you prefer. I've been a servant for almost half my life and coming here - [ He pauses, the stiffness dropping for a moment ] - coming here means I don't have to do that anymore. I can explore other opportunities.
All that I ask is to be paid a decent wage and to be treated with respect.
Thank you.
[ The audio clicks off and Thomas relaxes for a moment. At least until he receives any replies. ]
(ii) Log
One of the most surprising things about this city is that he wasn't judged for who he was. He didn't have to hide every single part about himself. Granted, the rules were odd and the constant monitoring could be off putting, but Thomas felt freer than he'd ever been in his entire life. By some sheer luck he was in the position of a Dominant and given somewhere nice to live; it might not have been a Lord's manor but it suited his needs.
When he first arrived, Thomas did practice caution. He was in a strange, new place where he didn't know anyone nor if he could trust them. So he refrained from making quota in the beginning, afraid that a police van was going to scoop him up and throw him in jail. That was before Thomas realised how open people were in this city, freely choosing who they took to their bed and sometimes, even multiple people.
He saw men kissing other men. Holding hands and whispering sweet nothings into their ear. It made Thomas angry in the beginning, bitter than he didn't have that for himself back home. Reminding him of the men he had grown close to and the rejections he received from them. Thomas soon realised that he didn't have to be so bitter and twisted about it. He could eventually find a special connection for himself or even just a warm body for the night.
Having that choice meant everything.
(ooc: Note, I wanted to include a more introspective log to display his thinking)
