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@Haru Nyan Ehm, Art is a wolf, not a raccoon, man.
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Look who's back bitches!
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We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:
HASTA LA VISTA BABY!
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Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger (Looking for more.)
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Art felt quiet confined in the BearCat, it was tight in there, his only comfort was another wolf in there. He looked nice enough. His eyes darted around the BearCat, and he quickly made mental notes of each other Cadet in the squad. The boss' nervousness about being in a BearCat with new cadets and no music seemed a bit weird. All of the group seemed a bit weird to Art. They were mainly predators, so that was good. It would inspire a bit more fear in the public than, say, a bunny or sheep cop. How could they make a difference in life? How could you have your voice heard if you were that small? You couldn't. I was just impossible, so a team composed mainly predators was good.
He rolled his eyes slightly when Lance introduced himself. When the BearCat turned around, Art glanced at Lance and joked, "What's with the glasses, solider. It's day time isn't it? The name's Wulfstan. Art Wulfstan. Word to the wise, never EVER call me Arthur, you cool with that? Nice." He cooly nodded to the team and turned to the window. He decided he wouldn't play nice with the team if he didn't trust them. It was perfect howling weather outside, and he started getting urges to howl. He just about managed to restrain himself, his ears twitched as a result. Very embarrassing. It didn't take long to get to Headquartes, and he unstated himself and walked over to Lance and the other wolf. "I'm with those guys. An orders an order."
He rolled his eyes slightly when Lance introduced himself. When the BearCat turned around, Art glanced at Lance and joked, "What's with the glasses, solider. It's day time isn't it? The name's Wulfstan. Art Wulfstan. Word to the wise, never EVER call me Arthur, you cool with that? Nice." He cooly nodded to the team and turned to the window. He decided he wouldn't play nice with the team if he didn't trust them. It was perfect howling weather outside, and he started getting urges to howl. He just about managed to restrain himself, his ears twitched as a result. Very embarrassing. It didn't take long to get to Headquartes, and he unstated himself and walked over to Lance and the other wolf. "I'm with those guys. An orders an order."
They'd never belive it!
If my friends could see me now!
If my friends could see me now!
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh lord, why don't we?
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh lord, why don't we?
@PatrickDrummer The redcoat cowers in fear and says "Please don't hurt me, I am just a mere hotdog vendor!" He lifts his hat and pulls out a hotdog.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Art got up early that morning, so he could try to be the first to get on the blue line monorail. He wasn't, he got up a bit late and was still adjusting his uniform on the train for about an hour. The hours seemed to fly by on the monorail, Art became absorbed in the brilliance of each and every ecosystem. He felt a small bubble in his stomach as he passed through Tundratown. Homesickness. His eyes shifted to the ground, and he huffed. He despised his memories of his childhood, but couldn't help loving Tundratown, his hometown. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on his chest. "Police work starts today." He murmured. Though he was exited, he was also a very nervous. He was afraid he was going to screw up, big time.
The monorail train sprung to a halt, and he opened an eye. This was his stop. He pushed himself up, off his seat, and he shuffled to his bus. He recognised some of the people from training, some of them were new to him. 'Yeah, not as good as the train.' He thought. 'Nowhere near as good as the train. Maybe I should travel by blue line monorail? No, that's crazy Art!' He was a bit off balance when he got off the bus, and all of his excitement was soon quenched as he saw the headquarters of the ZPD. Just anxiety remained. He was insanely afraid of screwing up on his first day. He stood in line with the others, yelled "Yes sir!" When neccesary, and handed in his application form, trying to pretend he was as cool as a cucumber in a freezer. He nodded dutifully as he was assigned to Squad 66, making his way to the armoured vehicle. The rest of the squad were already there, so he sat down next to a raccoon. 'Gosh, we look like a real motley crew don't we?' He thought. 'This should be real fun. Yeah, real fun.'
The monorail train sprung to a halt, and he opened an eye. This was his stop. He pushed himself up, off his seat, and he shuffled to his bus. He recognised some of the people from training, some of them were new to him. 'Yeah, not as good as the train.' He thought. 'Nowhere near as good as the train. Maybe I should travel by blue line monorail? No, that's crazy Art!' He was a bit off balance when he got off the bus, and all of his excitement was soon quenched as he saw the headquarters of the ZPD. Just anxiety remained. He was insanely afraid of screwing up on his first day. He stood in line with the others, yelled "Yes sir!" When neccesary, and handed in his application form, trying to pretend he was as cool as a cucumber in a freezer. He nodded dutifully as he was assigned to Squad 66, making his way to the armoured vehicle. The rest of the squad were already there, so he sat down next to a raccoon. 'Gosh, we look like a real motley crew don't we?' He thought. 'This should be real fun. Yeah, real fun.'
A redcoat walks into the backyard. "I'm a British solider, sir, and I'm in America!"
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