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It's been like 5 years since I last logged in here, but I've finally finished college. Howdy!
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Do spambots dream of electric sheep?
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Hopal for more Opal <3
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Viola payed less than she owed, but by the time the clerk had finished counting up the coins and realized they weren't enough, the woman had quietly slipped back outside and moved swiftly toward the next store, leaving behind the poor girl working behind the counter to realize she'd just been robbed and was going to be in huge trouble from her boss. There was a shy call from inside the store: "Um, hey, hey! I think you need to um...you forgot some..."
Her voice trailed off as Viola made her way down the street and passed a few seeds up to Rufus, who nibbled them appreciatively. She grinned a little and said softly to her furry companion, "That was so perfect I feel a little bad. Should I go back and pay the rest?" There was a short, silent pause before she added, "Nah." She did the same thing in another store before ducking into a small, poorly lit bar and hearing a familiar, flirty voice. Rufus scuttered down and hid in Viola's vest, and as her eyes adjusted she saw a crowd of men, apparently trying to get closer to the twins.
Wasn't this just perfect? Her gaze swept across the crowd of the stinky beasts that were men--at least, most of them were--and she felt a nervous twinge. Alcohol, testosterone, and two pretty girls? Didn't seem like a good combination to Viola. They could be in danger. "Are you two alright?" she called out nervously, a little too quietly.
Her voice trailed off as Viola made her way down the street and passed a few seeds up to Rufus, who nibbled them appreciatively. She grinned a little and said softly to her furry companion, "That was so perfect I feel a little bad. Should I go back and pay the rest?" There was a short, silent pause before she added, "Nah." She did the same thing in another store before ducking into a small, poorly lit bar and hearing a familiar, flirty voice. Rufus scuttered down and hid in Viola's vest, and as her eyes adjusted she saw a crowd of men, apparently trying to get closer to the twins.
Wasn't this just perfect? Her gaze swept across the crowd of the stinky beasts that were men--at least, most of them were--and she felt a nervous twinge. Alcohol, testosterone, and two pretty girls? Didn't seem like a good combination to Viola. They could be in danger. "Are you two alright?" she called out nervously, a little too quietly.
Absolutely! Any preference on plot, or ideas?
Dan is so filthy
"I'm a metalworker," answered Melissa. "I make the tools that the soldiers use to beat us into submission. But I mean, I do other stuff too so I'm not all bad." She glanced up at Cliff and nodded. "Compassion isn't exactly growing from trees around here," she added.
THERE'S NO ESCAPE FROM....
[whisper]the captain[/whisper]
[whisper]the captain[/whisper]
Quietly bumps.
<Snipped quote by Bird>
that's what i ate when i got home!!
Twinning
Rufus squirmed and chattered before being placed on the ground, at which point he promptly scampered back to Viola, who chuckled, knelt and scooped up the irritated little fluffball. He crawled up her arm, onto her shoulder and then grabbed one of her dreads to pull himself up onto the top of her head. This was a relatively uncommon position for him to take, but she certainly didn't mind.
Now that she was ready to go, she headed off into the thick of this horrible hellhole of a city. She passed a dead cat and looked away, pinching her nose and trying not to get sad. "You feeling ill yet, Rufus?" There was no response. He must have fallen asleep on her head. Viola entered a small produce shop and started to pile some things into a bag, ticking things off as she went. She was the last person anyone would think is a pirate.
Now that she was ready to go, she headed off into the thick of this horrible hellhole of a city. She passed a dead cat and looked away, pinching her nose and trying not to get sad. "You feeling ill yet, Rufus?" There was no response. He must have fallen asleep on her head. Viola entered a small produce shop and started to pile some things into a bag, ticking things off as she went. She was the last person anyone would think is a pirate.
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