Class Two: Setting

Setting is the placement of objects in specific surroundings. For role-playing, more often than not that object is your character. A clear picture of where your character is helps everyone understand the character and situation much better. If you do not correctly describe where your character is, you can easily create plot holes by placing them somewhere they shouldn’t be. It also is a helpful addition when you are trying to fulfill your length requirement. Furthermore, the addition of setting just makes the post more interesting all-around.

Assignment Two: Once again, this post should be no shorter than three paragraphs in length. Also, it is not necessary for it to start where your lesson one post left off, but if you would like to write it that way, feel free. What I am looking for is a vibrant, detailed description of the setting surrounding your character. It can be as broad as describing the entire city they are in, or as minute as describing the chair they are sitting in, but all I want is the setting. That means your character cannot talk or think period in this post. Also, the character should not be referenced in more than three sentences the entire post. That means you need to provide in-depth descriptions of their surroundings rather than plot about the character. You can place your character anywhere, as long as the setting is logical. This means that if your character is a vampire, don’t place him outside on a sunny afternoon. Aliens shouldn’t suddenly go from Mars to Earth. The setting should be specific to your character. A sample post, as always, is provided. Once again, please follow the heading. Please make sure to bold what is bolded in the sample heading.

Any questions should be posted in the thread provided.


Note: Sorry about the grade lateness, everyone. It's our first time, and there are some kinks in the system. They should be out within the week. Until then, I'm changing my suggestion... everyone go ahead and post.

Character: Zoë from Firefly/Serenity
Setting: Outside the transport ship Serenity, the kitchen, kitchen table

A shimmering stream of photons constantly spun from the tail of Serenity, brilliant against the infinite vacuum of space. It was how this class of ship got the nickname ‘Firefly’; that and the fact it was shaped much like the flying insect. The cockpit formed an angular head, treated windshield the glinting eyes of the bug. The body, the largest part of the ship, was heavy and round, leading back to the small glowing tail that whirled continuously while in flight. All of Serenity was covered in a dense silver metal, dull and dirty from the things its crew forced it to endure. The only other splash of color was the emblem: a huge yellow sun against a fiery red-orange background, the name of the ship in both English and Chinese scrolled across them both.

Inside, Serenity was not much more of a beauty. Metal was the only true décor, whether it was rusted, oiled, or shined. The solitary bit of color was painted on thickly in the kitchen, a cheerful golden yellow trimmed with energetic stenciled vines in a jungle green. There was metal even here, locker-like boxes stacked on one another serving as little pantries. The sink was deep and wide, necessary when one was cooking and cleaning for about ten people. A battered, massive dining table with mismatched chairs dominated the space, centering the room and lustrous with cleanliness.

The table screamed family, that warm mix of love, laughter, and frustration most experience when sitting around it, sharing a meal. There were dents and chips marring its surface, evidence of the fast leave-takings and disregarding behavior a lot of its normal users put it through. One of them, Zoë, the first mate, was resting there now, scooping mouthfuls of protein porridge out of a shallow pottery bowl with an old pair of mylar chopsticks she had been gifted with at birth. She was upright but relaxed in her chair, ready as always for action but not really expecting any. With one booted foot propped up on the seat across from her, Zoë placidly ate her dinner, enjoying the rare silence before the rest of the crew joined her.

Name: Gambit
Setting: X-Mansion Kitchen


Gambit had made his way to the kitchen, which was exaclty where he left it. He looked around at the room as e headed in to cook.

The room had walls that were variant. The places seen were covered by a wooden-like design. Cabinets were also made iwth the same design. The refridgerator was close to the door with cabinets and a counter next to it. Within the counter was a sink.

At the end of all of that was an oven. Above the oven was a cabinet which held the pots and pans for easy access. Cabinets lined the wall above the counter, where glasses, cups and dishes were held. Silverware could be found within a drawer in the cabinets. On the conter were several objects, such as a can opener, coffee maker, and a towel.

In the center of the room was a large counter, which had a cutting board. Beyond it was the table with matching chairs. It was made of a similar wood like the walls were. Past the table was a set of windows. Four large pane glass windows with white blinds that peered into the courtyard.

Gambit moved to the cabinet above the oven to get his posts for cooking his lunch.

Buffy Summers was walking throught the cementeary late at night. She was actually in her favortie cemetary Restfield, she sighed and looked around. All the headstones and tombs where the faded stone where you can barely read what it says anymore. This is the oldest Cemetary in Sunnydale and they stopped burying people here years ago.

She wondered why the vamps still wondered around this place. I seems like it would even be old and musty for them. She shurgged and just kept on patroling. She was tossing a stake from hand to hand as she passed all the fimilar graves. She knew the McNamera Crypt was up ahead and Vampires usualy liked hiding in there.

When she got to the crypt she pushed the door open and it made the scraping sound agianst the floor as it opened up. Buffy steped inside and serached the darkness and didn't see any shadows. This place looked like any old crypt nothing but concreate and dust everywhere.

Character: Scott Summers (Cyclops)
Setting: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters


The sun was shining brightly through the white curtains. It was spring and if someone peeked through the open sliver of curtain, they could see the world outside beginning to green. Trees were full of delicate buds waiting to burst open. A soft breeze made the cutains swell out slightly, wafting the faint smell of bleach into the air. It was almost reminiscent of fresh laundry dyring on a line.

The floors shone with the radiance of a home well cared for. The walls were rich textured wood that screamed of elegance. Any moment one would almost expect to run into a butler or a maid. From the outside looking in the view would be much the same. Elegant, stately, screaming of wealth and privilege, the school to outsiders would look exactly like any private prepratory school.

When walking through the corridors you could hear children laughing, as if the spring had infused itself into them, causing them to cast off the winter blues to embrace the rebirth that took place every year. Even the constant rounds of classes didn't seem to dampen their moods. The students mood had changed the walls themselves, making them give off an aura of joy.

Fresh cut flowers sat in vases all around the school. Their color brightening up the old world feel of the home. That was what the school was to so many. Home. It certainly had been his home for more years than Scott would like to admit. Each and every corridor was familiar. Each and every addition welcome. This place was like spring itself. A place for rebirth and hope.

Character: Brennan Mulwray
Setting: Stormking Mountain

He looks around him taking in the details. The mountain looks normal the entrance door is still there and the codes still work. He walks inside. The place once was beautiful now it is crashed. The computers aren't there anymore. There are only screens left laying on the floor. The dojo is still there but the stairs to it are gone.

The lab is one of the places that seems still intact. The labbed still stands but is cut open it isn't the only thing that seems out of place the computers here are gone too. The place is searched for information. You can see it. Papers are laying on the floor things are ripped apart to see if there is hidden information in it.

In the hangar you can see that they crashed this place down. On several places you see the burnmarks. On some places the walls are broken or there aren't even walls standing. Stormking mountain has been discovered and ripped apart.

In the bedrooms nothing is left. Everything is taken. Only chairs and empty closets are there. There is nothing left. On the floor lays a forgotten picture He picks it up and walks out of the place he had once called home.

Character: Rain Arcada (First person)
Setting: Unknown

Dark spruce forests frowned on both sides of the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent biting wind of their white covering in frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous in the fading light. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so alone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint of laughter more terrible than any sadness- a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter as cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of the eternity laughing at the futility and effort of life.

The skies were a marble gray that was beginning to turn darker, promising more frozen water that would cover the old snow with a fresh blanket. It would not fall gently and lightly but thick, fast and blow everywhere as the winds howled around you, growing fiercer by the seconds.

The coldness, the deep snow, and the wind tried its hardest to strike me down but it didn’t. Try as it might, I felt nothing, was nothing, nothing but an empty shell, a hollow one. I was the vessel for an unfathomable hole that could not be seen, only felt by me, the bearer.

This wild, unwelcoming place suited my mood with its quiet deadness with the cold shocking wind as cold and numb as my heart.

Character: Anya from Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Setting: Outside in the Graveyard with buffy(Night),with xander and buffy !!!!

*anya see buffy in the graveyard slaying vamps* oh,buffy watch out for that vamp *smile*...near bye spike's crypt their are 30 vampires.so buffy ask for anya help to slay the vamps..2 vamps get *KICK the vamp in the head,and staked in the heart* bye buffy..anya keepes run a round make one vamp staked bye the cross of one of the graves !!! anya yell buffy,buffy...help me can't get this vamp off of me..
can't slay him..he is too powerful for me "buffy" HELP HELP PLEASE BUFFY *Scared for her life* here anya take this holy water and axe...thank buffy..anya started to kick some vamp "one on one"..omg vamps are so stupid sometime...*hit..hit..hit..one kick to the side* *anya get punched in face* she move over to the side then stakes the vamp..yes...i got two vamps buffy...buffy said that great anya !!!!

anya takes the axe..gives to buffy..buffy startes slaying 3 vamps at a time..buffy jumps..anya ducks...3 slayed again..anya got 3 vamps two..yes..yes..we are a good team..now their are 17 vamps lift..anya learn a new move ***punch..punch..kick..staked the vamp...*** anya and buffy are resting for 2 seconds and their are still 16 vamps to go...*xander walk bye the graveyard see buffy and anya* xander see anya need help..xander haves the crossbows..xander takes the crossbows...hit one vamp..then one vamp had xander in a punching left >>> to >>> right ... then buffy comes up a stakes two vamps at one time...buffy get hit in face again ...see some star ****** for 2 mins..then gets out of the *dizzying around* "punch..kick..punch..kick..kick" what wrong buffy..this vamp just will not stay down...buffy..buffy say xander..need a little help your way *SMILED XANDER* buffy and xander slayed one together..still have 12 more to go...buffy slay 5 more with scythe...buffy get hit can't fight that great...xander and anya keep vamps from killing buffy...after 12 mins buffy is ok..so buffy,xander and anya keep fighting..there are 7 vamps still i will take 3 said buffy..anya takes 2 vamps..xander takes two vamps..one staked by xander and anya at same time..(2vamps staked) *look buffy vamp be side you* kick and hit and slay's the vamp in time..4 more lift now...anya slay another vamp..xander gets another vamp too...buffy slay last 2 vamps...finally..were..doin..YES.. now we can go home !!! *smile*

after slaying 30 vamps buffy,xander and anya walk home : buffy gets home see dawn in bed..so buffy very sleepy......buffy ""ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz" a way to sleep after a night of chaos....said zander to anya....crazy night ..... hmmm...come on xander i have to sleep now...and go too work tommorrow...**at the magic box** anya is already in bed..now xander walking home see spike..said nothing but hey...xander arrives at home *watch some tv before going to bed*...xander go to bed "ZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz" ::xander is dream about anya so beautiful::

- the end ........

Character: Shane from The L Word
Setting: L.A Streets

The streets, alive with many people walking down the hot concrete, burning into their shoes like an angry flame. The sun was high and its heavenly light shone upon all that entered is angelic glare. Heat waves rose into the sky, invisible to those who could not care less and who did not look carefully enough to see how hot the day was going to be. Shadows were dark against the light of the day and cars sped past without a care, racing along the streets as if in a drag race.

The minimal breeze ruffled the short hair of a young female in her early twenties. 'Twas Shane, the famous hairdresser who got all the girls she wanted but left their hearts in pieces. She surveyed the streets with disdain. Summer was not her favourite season but she had to go to work.

The hairdressers was cool and the air conditioning made you feel as if you were in a fridge. A dark black desk stood in the front, a lady typing away at the computer, the white phone could hardly be seen amongst the papers and work that lined the desk, the huge glass window behind her was a great way of letting the deathly heat sink into your skin like a posion.
Along the back wall stood tall mirrors with a long, black table alinged with scissors, combs, and the odd hair care product and shampoos that this place seemed to spit out.
Swivel, wheeled chairs, three of them, were colored deep black and the made no noise as they whoosed across the black and white diamond linolem floor.

Eyes raised at the amount of people that came in, Shane got a pair of scissors and got to work

Character: Jane Summers
Setting: Her foster home

As she was walking away from her new home she turned back and looked at it. On the outside it was gray with dark gray shingles. The shingles weren't falling off or anything, it just looked very gloomy. The shutters were a shade of faded black and they were bolted to the shingles of the house.

On the inside it didn't look all that gloomy. It was white with light wooden floors. Once you walk in you see the stair case to the right and then a livingroom in front of you. If you walk past the dark staircase you walk through the livingroom. The livingroom had one couch and 2 chairs. There was a rug in the middle of the room with a coffee table on top. There was a fire place on the right and a large window on the left of the room. The couch's back was facing the front door and its front was facing the TV on the other side of the room. The color of the room itself was white, but it had crayon marks on it because of the smaller kids. There are two doors on either side of the fire place. The one on the far left leads to the dining room and the one on the right leads to the kitchen.

But if you reverse you see the darken staircase. If you walk up those stairs it leads to the bedrooms and bathroom. Once you finish climbing the stairs there are two different hallways, one leading to the left and one leading to the right. The hallway on the right leads to the kid’s rooms and the one on the left leads to the bathroom, master bedroom, and the office. If you take a right you go down a set of small stairs into the realm of the kids. There are three different rooms. At the end of the hallway you have one room in front of you, one to the left, and one to the right. The smallest room, the on in front of you belongs to Jane. The largest one fits about 4 kids in there, on the left. And the one on the right fits two kids.

When you walk into Jane's room it's at first dark but when you flip the light switch her room gets a little brighter. The color of her room is a midnight blue. It's not very dark like black but it's a dark blue. Her carpet is a tan carpet, slightly coming up because of the cats that the owners have. There are a bunch of boxes in her room that don't belong to her, they are just there because they haven't been moved yet. Her walls are pretty bare but there hasn't been enough time for her to unpack everything quite yet. There is a stereo with speakers and some cds strewn about. The bed is a queen size and it is made up. All the pillows and blankets are in the right place.

If you retrace your steps to the top of the staircase you still have the other hallway to discover. If you walk down that hallway in front of you there is the master bedroom, to the right is the bathroom, and to the left is the office. You walk into the bathroom. The bathroom is pretty big. It has a walk in closet, a bathtub/shower, a sink with a mirror, and a flush toilet. The tiles on the walls only go up half way. They are black and white tiles. The tiles on the floor are a light gray to mix with the tiles on the wall. There are two red bath mats on the floor and the shower curtain is the same color red, a burgundy red. Next to the sink there is a cd/radio, it's a little old because there is a place to play cassette tapes.

Character: Capt. Danielle Granger Talley, USMC
Locatioin: USS Coral Sea, CV 43

A modern aircraft carrier is crewed by over 3000 sailors and houses almost another 2500 personal dedicated to the various aircraft carried on board. Even with a compliment of more than 5000 full-time residents, it is still capable of housing quite a number of guests and temporary crew. Stuffed in around hangers, maitenance bays, engines, bilges, weapons storage and various other areas integral to the ship's operation are the necessities of human habitation - showers, commissary, mess and a whole lot of sleeping quarters.

As it is anywhere else in the military, seniority and rank have their privileges. The captain has his own stateroom, nicely appointed, and an office besides. The other senior members of the crew, including non-comms like the Senior Master Chief, also receive the perks of privacy on a ship less than a quarter of a mile long. Lower ranked officers may share with one other person but the most junior sailors sleep in rooms with sometimes eight other people. Females usually have significantly less crowding to deal with, but at the same time are stuck in a confined area for months at a time with co-workers who can't go home to their girlfriends.

Besides cramped living quarters, the noise of the ship is pervasive. There is a constant hum from the engines thrumming through the hull while the bilges constantly work to keep the ship steady in the water. Up top, the fighter squadrons of the ship constantly cycle, keeping a security perimeter around the ship from the air. Each launch is marked with the scream of the catapult and each landing resonates with the impact of plane on ship and the squeal and whine of the arrestor cables. Computers and other small but necessary machinery drone in their positions about the ship.

All in all, an aircraft carrier is not a fun place to carry on an investigation. Every sailor is a suspect and after months at sea, nearly as many have a motive. The continued smooth operation and safety of the ship are the primary concern so questionning of personnel must wait for shift changes and those go on all night to keep the ship running. At the end of five days aboard, sleep is little more than a fond memory and a regular 8-5 schedule is the nectar of the gods.

Character: Max from Dark Angel
Setting: Roof of a building in Terminal City, Terminal City HeadQuarters

Terminal City was damp and dirty from the recent rain that Seattle had just received, and from all the years of being abandoned, with the exception of a few homeless people and now transgenics. Terminal City was a great place for Transgenics to hide from the mob of humans that could be seen lining the front fence. All were holding signs and chanting 'Kill the freaks.'

X series, nomalies, and a few select humans could be see down in the yard. Some playing cards and others going about their daily business. Most humans were afraid to enter this part of Seattle after the chemical spill that happened shortly after the Pulse hit.

Terminal City headquarters was just as bad as the rest of Terminal City. It was dirt with paint peeling off the walls. A desk could be seen near the right wall with papers scattered across it and a computer in the upper right corner. Other computers could be seen on the other side of the room. Though the computers weren't great they made due.

Vash/Lisuka
House in the middle of no where

Vash set to cleaning the house and the land around it. The house was in the style of an old southern plantation like that use to be on earth. It was warn from the sand winds that brushed past it. it was painted white with yellow shutters. The house had a small porch outside with a small white railing around it with a few chairs scattered around the outside.

Vash worked his way inside out starting with the downstairs which consider of the kitchen, Library, sun room and a study. yet the upstairs wasn't as simple it contained bedrooms and bathrooms that fit the number of people. which leads to the fact of the "unique" thing about the house. It is only seen only when it needs to be for travelers. The many rooms each contained a small bed with white sheets floded and ready to use on top with a small book shelf and bureau set long the white walls that lined the little room with a window at one end and a door on the other with a wooden floor raw yet soft as silk.

The outside behind the house was a garden sit to be called Eden. Its land of farm land stretched on and on with trees, grass and plants of all kinds. In the middle of a bared desert this was truly a wonder to find. There was also a Apple tree tall and climbable sitting just outside the house with a small pound that the tree over looked. A other wonder of the desert. This was Vash's home the only one that ever excepted him and the little house was a lot of things and for Vash it was Heaven.

Character: Oz from Buffy
Setting: Oz’s van
Plot: After leaving Sunnydale

It was a sad sight. The van should be stuffed to the brim with everything Daniel Osborne owned. However Oz’s possessions were few. In the back of the van was both a lead and bass guitar packed nicely into leather carrying cases as well as a large suitcase, the kind that had wheels on the one side and a pull out handle on the other. Other than that it was quite bare, a very sobering sight.

Outside the van was a different story… The sun beat down on the crystal waves of Venice Beach. The waves would have been blinding were it not for the tiny silhouettes of surfers trying to catch a wave. Venice Beach, with the beautiful females and the sunshine it was what paradise should look like. The heat waves were visible above the golden sand.

While perfection was the view from the front window looking out the driver side window was a different story. The only good thing about the graffiti on the grey stonewall was that it covered the moss that was beginning to grow in between the cracks. A large pile of rubbish seemed to be almost holding the wall up and it was anybody’s guess to what the strange green foam that was slowly running down the wall could be.

Character: Angel from Buffy.
Setting: The Mansion

It was a dark and dismal place. As the 'angel faced' vampire looked around he could see rats scampering about the floors, creating a creaking sound against some of the loose floorboards. Water dripped down from the upstairs floorboards from the leak in the ceiling, it dripped dismally against the floor every 5 seconds.

Sunlight streamed from the broken window in one of the other rooms making dust float about the room. The entire mansion smelled musty because of the mold on the ripped and torn wallpaper that was half hanging off the walls. Dried stains of once fresh blood stained of blood, it still smelled as if the stain was newly created.

Torn pieces of clothing littered the dust coated floor, moth eaten as there were large holes in the old rags. Boards covered the room, blocking the sunlight that threatened to break into the dark and dingy room. The statue in the garden was the most noticable feature. The face of death was what described it best, it partly looked like a gargoyle and had dried pieces of blood littered over it from the past fight between Angelus and Buffy.

Character: Summer
TV Show: OC
Loctation: School Courtyard
Time: Lunch

After the lunch bell had rung, Summer had gathered her things, got up, and headed to her locker. She dropped off her books and binders into her locker, closed it, locked it, and sauntered down the school hallway. It was a white hallway with the sun beaming down on it, making her wonder how they ever kept it so while, knowing the sun would provide plently of wear and tear.

She sauntered into the cafeteria, her black high heels clicking over the grey tile. She got in line, playing with a lose treand of her black hair. She ordered a slice of cheese pizza and a mountain dew code red. She paid for them, put them on her light brown tray, and carried it out of the cafeteria and out to the white courtyard.

She walked over to the wood tabe that she and her friends usually sat at. It was near the top of the school, so it had a great view of everything since her school was on a hill. Her friends had not gotten there yet, she sat her tray down in the middle of the table. She sat down in front of it, crossing her legs, looking around.

It was a typical beautiful warm sunny day. The sun was high in the sky shining brightly. Across the sky, big white fluffy clouds were scattered. The sun was so bright, she had tor each into her purse, and pull out a pair of her sunglasses. She slide them on, picked up her code red, and took a sip. Her eyes looked down the hill a little. She saw various kids, walking, talking, and eating their lunch. The cute jocks were at their cars, talking, chuckling, and eating.

The many cliques of girls were scattered across the school courtyard, sitting at tables and on dry grass areas, some on blackets. They were all eating, gossiping, and laughing away. The nerds of course were in the library, studying, playing chess, or reading comics somewhere. She returned her gaze to the tables surrounding her. A few couples had sit down at the tables on either side of her. Still her friends had not joined her.

She took a bite of her pizza and looked down as she saw a few cars returning and a few laughing. She took another sip of her code red, while looking around once again, watching the various students walking around with their backpakcs, eating and/or talking.

Character: Kate
Setting: A small clearing, located deep inside the jungle, somewhere on the island
Plot: Light and Dark (from the episode 2.11 The Hunting Party)

She was somewhere deep in the deep, dark forest of the island. She opened her eyes, seeing nothing but black darkness. Hearing voices, she turned her head, trying to escape the darkness and see what was happening around her, but could not escape from the pall. The hood was not lucent, so there was nothing to see in the blackness. The smell of mold surrounded it, causing her to feel sick, and made the desire for escape from the confines of darkness much more powerful.

The hood was lifted, and suddenly, everything became lucid. Jack, Locke, and Sawyer were there as well, standing in the center of a clearing that was surrounded by trees. They were holding guns, shadows dancing around there faces that held a look of unease upon them. Looks of shock appeared on their faces when the hood was lifted and the person under it revealed to them. There were random unknown figures holding torches, creating a circle around her friends, surrounding them, and cutting off any means of escape in the dark and dank jungle.

The darkness of night made everything around appear to be pallid. The light which had first been present at the removal of the hood was now gone, and everything now appeared more sinister. The trees had lost their luminescent glow, and the faces of the people now appeared more shadowed, and harder to read. The light from the surrounding fires acted as luminaries, giving off small amounts of light, but still shadowing them all in darkness. The heat radiating from the fires gave the impression of them being in the hottest hell, a place where doom was inevitable.

Character: Faith of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the series
Setting: Alley off of Main Street, Sunnydale.


Thick sheets of rain obscured Faith's sight to anything other than what was in the immediate vicinity. Even the light from the street lamps did little to help in the unnatural darkness. Here in the alley they did nothing at all. Flashes of lightning managed what they could not, however. These momentary glimpses of the world showed sleek brick walls on either side at least two stories high and a path of rough pavement littered with obstacles.

Most of the obstacles were not a problem. The usual debris of humanity living in any sort of proximity to one another; garbage cans, litter, and the many pests that went with them. Those were all easily avoided despite the lack of steady lighting. What was worse were the elements themselves. Winds that pushed and pulled until everything that was not heavy enough came flying at you. Bolts of lightning that struck to close for comfort on more than one occasion. And the rain, a sea of it that poured down from the belly of the sky itself, that seemed to want to remake the world in its image.

The many sounds of water, seemingly omnipresent, became distinct if you listened hard enough between the thunder. The gushing torrent of a drain pipe clinging to the side of a building. The splash of a curtain of it falling vertically from the ledges of saturated roofs overhead. The sucking, gurgling sound of it as it rushed eagerly down into the sewers. Sewers that contained things that might or might not need to breath but which would already be living underwater if they'd chosen to do so before. And the dead, left unattended, always rose to the surface.