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4 yrs ago
Current After nearly three years, I caught covid.
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5 yrs ago
Someone stole a jar of melatonin from the store that I work at. I hope it keeps them up at night.
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8 yrs ago
Being tiny, curious as hell, cute and incredibly clumsy, I find Meltan surprisingly relatable for a lump of metal with a nut for a head.
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8 yrs ago
I didn't know I had a favorite steel-type pokemon until Meltan. Not to be dramatic, but I'd die for that little fella
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8 yrs ago
Everyone wants to be special, yet nobody seems to realise that being special isn't always a good thing.

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While Freya had never heard of the term ring favours before, she didn't react too surprised or puzzled upon hearing it. After all Harol was a mage, and as she knew very little of mages, it could be expected that she would hear several things she didn't know of yet, as long as she was travelling with Harol. It only made sense, just like how it made sense that she had to explain various things to Harol, who didn't have any experience with rogues or being on the run before.

Despite what Harol said, Freya still let her hand rest on the handle of one of her daggers. It wasn't anything personal, but she still didn't trust Noddy. It was how she felt towards pretty much anyone else, and she had figured that was just one of the consequences of being wanted and continuously being on the run. And so far, that hadn't turned out to be such a bad thing.
When the two of them entered the tavern and the to Freya familiar scents belonging to one entered her nose, Freya couldn't honestly say that she didn't like to smell the scents. Not because the scent of sweat and alcoholic drinks were pleasant to her, but because she always linked a tavern with a certain type of safety, and the smell belonging to it reminded her of that. After all, a fair amount of an average tavern's visitors were either too busy with something else to notice her, or simply enough too drunk. And the owner wouldn't exactly care who visited, as long as they paid for his service.

When Harol mentioned Noddy, Freya looked at him for a moment. He was quite remarkable, being so different from all other guests in the tavern. "You better be right about how much you can trust that man." Freya said to Harol, before she started walking towards the table the man was sitting at.

When one man, who Freya assumed was drunk proceeded to slap her butt as she passed, Freya stopped walking, grabbed the man's wrist and forced it onto his back in an uncomfortable and painful position. "Do that again, and I will cut your hand off. Understood?" She threatened as she glared at the man, her voice icy cold, unfriendly, threatening and intimidating, and an angered look in her eyes. When she continued to walk she could hear the insults shouted to her loud and clear, but she decided to ignore it.

When she reached the table Noddy was sitting at she stopped walking again and took place at the chair in front of Noddy, looking at him. "My friend has been told to ask your help when in trouble. He and I are in trouble right now." She said, still looking at him.
Alice sighed, sitting alone at a table. She had never been very good at making friends, or just even talking with anyone other than her brother. She always wanted to be alone unless it was her sibling who would keep her company, so she couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she didn't want to be alone in the arena, or that she at least didn't want to die without someone being with her. After all, it wouldn't be like her death would just go by unnoticed if she were to die all alone. All of Panem would get to see how she died, of course they would notice, so that couldn't be the reason she wanted somebody with her so badly.

But even if so, than what was it about dying alone that made her so scared of it? It wasn't like she usually was much of a talker and that she had any last words she just had to say to someone. And she had to admit, it hadn't been like she had befriended any of the other tributes neither, so the chance that someone who would care for her would be the person being with her the moment she died, was very unlikely. She let out a sigh and stared at the table quietly, trying to figure it out, though without success so far.

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"I just don't want to be a murderer, and so I'm not going to become one, even if that'll only make it more certain that I'm not going to survive this so called 'game'. I guess that way, maybe somebody wins who won't be bothered by the guilt as much, and said person has a good future ahead of him or her." Michelle said, looking at Amaranth. She was glad that she had someone to talk with, it certainly helped.

She looked back at the camouflage she had been trying to make, and if she could say so herself, it didn't even look that bad. Pretty good actually, and despite the fact she wasn't planning on winning the games, she couldn't help but be a bit glad about it. Even if she wasn't planning to win, she didn't want to be one of the first to die, neither. Maybe she could last for at least a short amount of time by trying to hide. Of course, she couldn't hide forever, but still, the camouflaging could very well help her last longer.
Michelle Ryder and Alice Haynes XD
Wow, that's horrible, good luck in court...

Also I'll try to have a post up somewhere today (probably around night time over here, as in two hours I have to go and I'm still busy trying to recall what I posted last), if not I'll promise to have something posted tomorrow!
If you're still looking I'm interested! I have a few ideas, so if you're interested please send me a pm.
Freya looked at Harol and shrugged. "Just knocking on a stranger's door and asking for a place to sleep is the worst thing you could do, maybe except from sleeping on the streets. Chances are that either your host will betray you, or that someone recognises you when you sleep out in the open. Unless you know someone you can most certainly trust and who is wiling to help you out, our best option is to find the local tavern and rent a room for the night." Freya said, looking at Harol as she spoke.

She didn't know anyone herself in the village who could help her out, but maybe Harol did know someone who could help. It would be better than a room in some tavern, though she didn't have too much hope for it. They were both on the run, and if someone could bring the two of them in, than he or she would certainly get a fair amount of money for that.
Yeah, it kinda is XD I need to write a few posts for other rps now before I start with my new post, though it will be done either later today or tomorrow, depending in how tired I am once I'm done with the other posts (it's almost around midnight over here).
Hey, we were going to do a rp together, but after I sent you my cs, I didn't receive anything from you anymore?
Done, post is up
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