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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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I'll get up a post tomorrow, for now, I sleep
INDIGO

Indigo yearned to see the sky, to see the blue over her head and the clouds rolling across the light canvas. She missed the feel of swampy, thick air on her skin, and sweat beading down her body. She craved the freedom of her flowing clothes, sliding through the jungle with a skirt billowing behind her. But now, all she saw was an enclosed ceiling, a cage of duty and revenge that held her still; cool air breathing down her skin, wintry wisps curling against the tan; thick pants and shirts, uniform and restricting. Indigo leaned her head against the cool glass in her room – a room! Humans and their territorial behavior; why be separate from nature?

With the Sky Dwellers, Indigo could express every thought with a simple body gesture, but now, words were needed. Heavy, syrupy words of “sophistication” to express every thought. But how? How could a simple word, a simple sound display what was on her mind to everyone present? With the Sky Dwellers, should could merely stand stiff and they would understand there was danger nearby. Now, she was expected to shout and cry words.

“I am Indigo.” She said aloud, swishing back a lock of black hair. It didn’t feel right. She was Indigo, but she was more than Indigo. She was wild, free, gruff, silent, cynical, sarcastic. How could she express such things in three words?
Indigo breathed on the glass, created an opaque white circle and she lifted a warm finger and pressed into the cool glass, drawing a rough stick figure with a tail swishing behind it.

Indigo. Blue. The color of sadness, for that is what she is named for. She is named for the sorrow of her mother. Is…that what can be expressed through her name? Sorrow, salty tears, pain? She did not want to be associated with her mother’s pain or anyone’s pain.
Indigo sighed, there was no use thinking of this misplaced, bleak world. She was here now; she had a purpose, a duty that she must fulfill. Linta was counting on her – she was her sister and she could not let her down. Indigo stood up, in her stuffy uniformed pants and shirt, and walked from the room and towards her duty.

The walk was quiet and silent, unlike the noisy walk in Tengu Island, and Indigo missed sound. When the bar came in sight, she straightened her back and walked with the saunter that her mother once walked with. The saunter of a wild cat stalking its prey.

She almost bumped into someone with feathered wings, and maybe it was the need to test the words on someone, or maybe it was the fear that she could not express who exactly she was, but Indigo grabbed the Feren's shoulder.

I am Indigo.”
Let me know if you want your character(s) in Ruben's Meta-Human Studies class.


Piper and Sawyer will join c:


PIPER & SAWYER BABINSKI





Piper Babinski shifted on the uncomfortable bench next to her redhead twin sister, Sawyer. Piper smiled, glancing into the sun through dimmed aviator glasses that matched her leather pants and blue top very well. Her lucky leather jacket restricted some movement, especially when she raised her hands, but that didn’t matter – she looked amazing. An unlit cigarette hung from her lips, just to add to the cool factor – her precious teeth can’t suffer, now can they? Biting her lip, Piper nudged Sawyer.

Sawyer frowned but her eyes remained on the magazine in her hands. Sawyer was dressed classier than her sister – a white t-shirt, loose jean overalls, and fishnet stockings underneath paired with her favorite blue converse. Wavy red hair flowed down her front, framing her face and accentuating her pale skin. Though it was not noticeable, both sisters were slathered in sunscreen, protecting them from the summer sun.

“I’m bored, Sawyer.” Piper whined, leaning her head backwards and feeling the sun hit the thick sunscreen on her face. “Pay attention to me.”

“Mm-hm, that’s nice.” Sawyer hummed, flipping over another page of National Geographic’s Life of Gorillas.

Ever since she touched the Gorilla – funny story – she’s been reading up. They’re the strongest primate. Native to Africa. Herbivores. Piper found it increasingly boring – who cares? Why not trial-and-error it? Piper figures that Sawyer will figure things out sooner or later. But Sawyer was dedicated; all of her life, she’s lived in Highroller Heights, living day to day taking care of everyone. Sawyer’s life has been a boring lull from the get-go, and now that she could have a sense of adventure, she was going to do it right. The redhead was going to live life to its fullest at Academy 218 and that was that.

“I’m bored, Sawyer. Do something.” Piper hissed in aggravation, pinching her sister’s leg.

Anger contorted Sawyer’s face and her nose scrunched in an animalistic snarl, “Oh my god! You are so annoying!”

Piper rolled her eyes. She was less than enthusiastic to be going to Academy 218. Leave all her friends, her entertainment, and have to work so hard to be not-bored? Thanks Obama. With her sister ignoring her and no one to keep her company, Piper took to people-watching. In the distance there was a stegosaur of a girl holding up a blonde girl, some kid was throwing up over the edge of the boat, and –

“Well, hello.” Piper smiled, her eyes zeroing in on a boy and a girl that could only be siblings, one with a guitar swung over his back.

“I’m leaving, Sawyer.” She said, standing up and waving two fingers at her sister.

“Play nice.” Sawyer muttered, not looking up from her book, even though she was itching to do something and her leg kept jiggling from restlessness.

Piper approached the duo on buoyant feet, her straight blonde hair flouncing and her sunglasses pushed to her head, her bangs temporarily removed from her forehead.

“Hello! I’m Piper Babinski.” She introduced, holding out a pale hand to the duo, not caring who shook first. “And you guys are…?”

@Apokalipse You did this to her. YOU DID THIS. NOT ME.


HOW DARE YOU.
<Snipped quote by Whoami>

>.>

Ignore me. xDD

I mean, don't ignore me since I'm the GM. But, yeah. Ignore me. Whoami is usually the go to for History and Lore. But with this in mind, it's impossible to have a Feren that was recently turned with-in his lifetime. He is either a second/third generation Feren or a halfie.

...-looks at Digo- -points and laughs- Halfie. Haffie. That needs to be the slang to make fun of Half-Feren. Lol.

I'm a terrible person, aren't I?


You need to bugger off. Digo didn't do anything to you D: -cries silently over precious character that will be agonized over this rp-
A rich white girl without her phone. That's pure evil. Just as bad as preventing her from having Starbucks.


I really want Starbucks now.
Ruben is the one teacher amidst these folks.

Who's gonna sign up for his classes?


Piper will and Sawyer are gonna have to. Their hooker mother has rules!
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