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8 yrs ago
Mom is out of the hospital so I might actually have time to rp but we'll see
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8 yrs ago
'yo sis we need a thot slayer there's too many thots want to join the thot police we're recruiting'
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8 yrs ago
should I return?
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8 yrs ago
If that ain’t a college mood
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8 yrs ago
“Hullabaloo, and howdy doo! Musty prawns, and Timbucktu! Yeltsy-by, and hibbety-hoo! Kick ’em in the dishpan! Hoo hoo hoo!!”
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WilsonTurner said
Name: William/Wilson/Willy/Will TurnerGender: MaleAge: 20Appearance: http://www.kriskjornes.com/galleryimages/headshots/kriskjornes1.jpgPersonality: Generally easy-going, and while he can take some crap, he can get aggravated and even angry very easily, though he tries not to show it. Keeps to himself, though he does like to be friendly after he's had his sugar, or his blood, now, and loves a good book with something tasty. Large appetite; loves to try new foods, blood excepted, and is revolted [but has to deal with] the whole need-blood thing.Likes: Stories and Legends, a habit of referring to nature as the "All-Mother" and some similar little things, friendly people, a good book or four, a good place to sit and sleep and lay, jackets, odd hats, strategy games, being unique and different with things similar to what can be found in Would wear a waterproof jacket in the summer, a waterproof jacket and a pullover in the fall, and a waterproof trenchcoat with the pullover underneath during the winter. Also likes wearing his trenchcoat for the sake of wearing it. Absolutely LOVES the cold, and the snow. Also snacks on jalapenos and occasionally carried around what was essentially watered-down pepper spray to put on food.Dislikes: Cowardliness, unreasonable actions, immoral or irresponsible behavoir, far-too-serious peoples, stupidity above all, phyiscal exercise [though he does, actually, try to stay fit]History: Still WIP--William, who was born into a very wealthy, very political, family, didn't have the best parents. Not as in they beat him, but more like they were trying to mold him into their personal tool for their own gain. They loved his older sister- she was their pride, and she was more outspoken and manipulative than any in the family, including all two brothers and other sister. William, however, the youngest, the third brother, was smarter. Not in that he manipulated better, but he just didn't care for it, and he never went along with anything they said to him. While the others were all, more or less, going to be powerful politicians of the wealthy Turner family, Willy was more interested in philosophy, books, rolling about in the Northern Nebraskan snow, playing video games and building a little network of people to talk to online.--Because of his upbringing, he had to have a tight reign on his actions and emotions. Even though he wasn't going to be a politician, his upbringing did bring some of the perks of being one. He learned his social graces, though he doesn't always abide by them on a strict basis, and often deviated from the 'norm' that his parents and family had set, just to aggravate them. A sort of revenge, see, of trying to raise him to essentially be another political tool. He was busy reading the on his room's porch when everything went black.--When he woke up in a very unfamiliar place, still clutching his book with a deadly grip, still wearing his jeans and trench coat, well, he looked around, and tried to remember why he was there and what page he was on with the


Accepted.
WilsonTurner said
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Err....riiiight. So....do you not like spaces? ^_^'
I will get a post up later tonight, or tomorrow. Not sure yet since I have school today (I was sick all week).
Midori said
Wrote a bit more than I thought I would anyway let me know what you guys think.


I liked it a lot. Speaking of which, there's someone else for you to fix XD
Sipley descended to the ground, her arms reaching and stretching to catch hold of something. It was with a dull thud that her head smacked against earth and everything went black.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.


The assassin gradually opened her eyes to see chaos surrounding her; she couldn’t have been out for more than a second, but it felt like an eternity. She was sluggish to get up from the floor and she pressed a hand to the back of her head. It felt warm, sticky, and Sipley knew this feeling well: blood. Groaning, she stumbled and fell to her knee, unsteady. A nauseous swirl in her gut occupied her mind and everything was spinning and spinning and spinning. The woman shook her head vehemently and everything righted. Gathering her bearings, she rose slowly to her feet and concentrated on the fallen giant before her.

He had smashed the inn and his neck was bare, she had an estimated twenty-second margin to kill him before he got up again. Sipley made a move towards him, uncaring that she would take the others’ kill. She wasn’t a team player. This was hers. Her breath was shaky and her ankles seemed to quiver side to side. Sutton tried to calm herself, head wounds always seemed worse than they actually were. She fell again, her knee bruising from the hard impact on the ground. How did Aldred get up after a fall like this? Maybe she had landed weird. Sipley, for once, decided to rely on the others to get this giant until her heart rate calmed down and her head stopped pulsing.
Sipley is a poison-master. Everyone let us hope that they don't have amazing healing abilities.

And am I the only one who thinks of the titans from Attack on Titans when writing about the giants?
“Shit.” Sipley cursed, watching the sword bounce off the giant like it was nothing. She cursed again as Aldred was picked up and held in the knuckles of the giant oaf. Snarling, Sipley took a deep breath – how stupid, he should’ve taken care of himself.

However, this offered a way in. If you can’t cut them from the outside, boil them from the inside. Sutton swung her rucksack off her back and squatted on the floor, searching through the empty vials to find a certain favorite of hers. Finally retracting a larger-than-usual vial filled with lavender liquid from the bottle, she smirked. It was one of her favorite poisons: it didn’t take long to kill, alas it needed to be ingested. Above her, Aldred struggled against the stupid thing’s grip and a clever idea hit Sipley. She extracted her grapple hook from her bag and began to twirl it around and around to gain momentum and then…there was fire.

An inferno pulsed around her and Sipley startled, sweat beading across her forehead and the assassin had hard time breathing with the smoke that seeped into her lungs. Her eyesight was getting hazy and black dots danced around her – she couldn’t fucking stop coughing. Afraid of what would happen with the orange eddy swirling about, she picked up speed and let the grapple hook fly. It snagged onto Aldred’s armor and she sincerely hoped he could hold her weight as she began to climb quickly, her eyes seeing clearer and clearer the higher she went. Finally she scrambled onto the giant’s finger and held the vial in her hand, waiting for him to come closer.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Sipley muttered distantly to Aldred. The silver-haired woman tensed, preparing herself to drop it in the giant’s mouth.
TheLastRunaway said
Sipley is a badass. I'll wait for one more person to post, to post again. (: Am I doing okay with the speed of posts?


Yeah, I think so ^_^ I think we're all doing pretty well at it.
Psh, none of that for Sipley. She's a shoot now ask questions later.
Me too.
Sipley gets ready. Just to clarify, she didn't run to Aldred because she cared :P
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