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    1. Apokalipse 12 yrs ago

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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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It's okay. And I guess your just gonna have to wait and see!
Nara, Shikako -- Kitoushi
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Yup!
Okay, thanks.
Still here. And I forgot, but did anyone have a connection to Shikako?
Sorry, I won't have a post up today, but I will tomorrow.
@Silver Paladin, er, this isn't a player-driven plot, well, it can be at certain parts, but not this part. I have a special person who is gonna die...Please edit your post
I'm going to be dropping out of this since I can't keep up with it and I seem to be on at a different time than you guys. Good luck, hope this lasts.
Posted! And some plots are revealed. I didn't talk about the plot in the OOC because I wanted to keep it a surprise and I just came up with it about half an hour ago
Ragna always hated the beginning of the year assembly, it was boring and dull and she always knew what her father was going to say before it. It was because the Huldrekarl often practiced his speech with her as his audience. Ragna sighed, leaning back in the bleachers and flicking a blonde bang from her face. At that moment, her father walked onto stage – okay, maybe that was a bad term to describe it; he more like sulked his way onto the stage. He picked up the microphone and cleared his throat. “Welcome, students, to another year at Agartha Academy. It is great to once again reside over you precious, precious students.” Despite how genuine he wanted it to seem, Principal Eld couldn’t help the sarcasm drip off his words. “For those who are a first year here, I am Principal Eld and I expect nothing less than perfection from the lot of you and –.” He went to say more, but a startling shriek interrupted him. The walls shook and the smell of blood permeated the air, strong and overwhelming. Ragna felt the need to throw up and a girl beside her did upchuck her lunch. But it was the dread that was the worst. Fear gripped at Ragna’s heart and her skin became cold, her arms and legs trembled. She couldn’t stop it. Ragna has only read about this particular scream in books, this haunting scream that was horrid for anyone to hear. The shriek of a Banshee. Someone in this room was going to die.
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