Banba

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Raising a brow, Moe stayed where she was on the bike, suspiciously watching the boy.
"If he's gotten himself addicted to some drug..." She muttered, stretching. "I swear I'll be worse than an overprotective mother." Enrique exited the house, climbing back in front of Moe. She dropped the stop as the two drove off, moving to the selected area of troublemaking.

Moe followed her partner in crime, grinning as she pulled her own paints out, shaking a red can. She wasn't one to use stencils, she found them hard for some reason. Not that it mattered, she liked seeing what she could do with what she had. As Enrique stood back from his own vandalism, Moe was halfway done. She had created a snail, simple and dopey looking. She was going to add more detail to the shell, creating a glossy look.
"What do you think?" Moe glanced over, curious as to the other's creation. She grinned, moving back to the wall.
"Beautiful, a masterpiece. Give me a couple more minutes, nearly done. Then we can book it and go from there." She said, shaking a new can of yellow.

The Impossible World

There is a city called Arom, on the edge of the sea, where all the worlds collide. The fabric of the universe is thin, allowing safe passageway between dimensions. As a result, every imaginable being can be found in the city, every race every species every vague idea thought of in the dark of the night. The people mostly interact peacefully, save for the everyday quarrels people have. There is no war, there is no hunger, and there is no drought. It is a paradise among paradises, free of all discrimination and hatred. A sanctuary for the outcasts, a place for all creation, everyone free to do as they please.

This is a silly little idea I had based off a story I wrote in one sitting. I like it best as a sandbox, with no major conflict, but I can add some if people so wish, if it’s not engaging enough as it is now.
Keep in mind please that Arom, the city, is based off Venice, and so the streets are replaced with channels and boats, but scooters, skateboards, bikes and other smaller transportation is possible.
Also, any species is possible due to the setting, but for it to work properly we’d need to keep it kind of realistic. Meaning, no overpowered species. But, I’ll elaborate that if and when I get to a character sheet.

For now, any takers? C:

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that's fine, dingo. It seems as if we're having a spot of trouble keeping up with posts, anyways. :/

is everyone stuck? any way I can help to create a situation where absolutely everyone who needs it can post again?

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Moe smirked, following Enrique until she turned into her own shared room, pulling a duffle bag from under her bed. Zipping it open, around ten cans could be seen, clinking together. Standing up and zipping the bag again, Moe headed back to find her partner in crime on his bike, offering her a helmet.
"Why thank you, kind sir." She joked, slingin gthe bqnaround her shoulders and pulling the helmet on before sitting behind Enrique. "Ready for take off, lets get this show on the road!"

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Bloody Hell I'm so sorry! D: Life on my end keeps throwing me brick walls. I've posted now and I thank everyone who's putting up with my BS. >^< I'll try harder to be more constant from now on.

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Moe let out a breath as she caught sight of Cass, about to call to her before she noticed her companion from the morning. Dropping her hand, she shrugged against the wind and started the short walk back to the orphanage. She closed the door silently behind her, a habit from the days before the orphanage. Kicking off her beaten runners, she headed upstairs, two at a time. When she rounded the corner, she nearly ran into Enrique.
"Jesus! E! Sorry, man." she exclaimed, backing up. Looking him up and down suspiciously, crossing her arms and popping a knee out. "You had detention." she stated, not impressed. She blinked slowly, thoughts lazily crossing her mind. She let her disapproving posture drop along with her arms, smirking again.
"I feel rebellious, and still have some cans of spray paint. Up for some vandalism? Being good during school is a pain, let’s go cause some problems, blow off steam." she dropped her voice, leaning closer to Enrique. She ignored the voice that was saying that by doing this, she was playing right into the stereotypes of the rich kids. Frankly, she didn’t care. She liked making street art, making blank walls explode with colour, seeing how long it takes to be painted over or washed off. The danger of being caught by the cops just added to the excitement.

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sorry it couldn't be longer, suddenly had a block. :P

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The bell rang, indicating the end of the day. Moe didn't move from her spot, but continued to tap the same pencil from the morning in a bored fashion, head supported by her elbow. She looked out the window, seeing the groups of students and orphans alike leaving to go planned events. She sighed, standing up and pocketing the pencil. She didn't have books, nor a bag to put the books in, so she had virtually done nothing in class the entire day, and would until she went to get at least a binder and some paper.
"Whatever." She muttered to herself, shoving her hands into her pockets and lazily walking to the front gate, letting people pass by her. The day hadn't gone well for the girl. Multiple students had made cracks at her, and however stupid they were, they still got to Moe. She shivered against the cold breeze, screwing up her face before settling back on her usual smirk, never letting on her contempt for the people surrounding her.

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right! I'll skip to just after school, and we'll go from there. :)

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Posted! We have two options: skip classes to lunch or straight after school?