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Kingfisher
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- Old Guild Username: Kingfisher
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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9 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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9 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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10 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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10 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.
Most Recent Posts
This looks positively original. A man is interested
It's all good. I'm currently sick so I haven't been on here in a day or two.
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Didn't see another page, sorry to see you go Tundra, but I understand.
I'll look at the CS later, Obie, since it's really early in the morning here
Hope you feel better soon!
<Snipped quote by MtnRose>
Thanks. It'll be hard but soon enough I'll be back on my feet.
These things take time, so don't push yourself. Mourning is as natural a part of life as anything else.
I hope you start to feel better over the days to come.
A big thank-you to those of you who have sent me ideas, they're great and will be sneaking them in along the way.
There may be a delay in my post. My son has been an absolute sod today and has literally had an 8 hour tantrum. I've barely had time to think let alone write. However, I will be taking my Laptop in to work tonight to do some work in the "down time" so may be able to flesh something out.
I currently owe around 8 replies, both here and on another site. I am behind, but hopefully will be able to crack on with some more tonight. I've just been invited round the parentals for a lamb roast as well before work.
Sorry for the delay everyone.
No need to apologies. Hope your son has chilled out abit now.
@Kingfisher Looks like me after the last uni party. Actually... I might actually have a photo of that. Not sure I wanna share it with anybody though. XD
@Rosalind Looking forward to it like... somebody who's looking forward to... something. Yeah.
In the words of Darth Sidious and Shia LaBeouf...
DO IT!
Who will survive?
Whoever decides to post, really. Tis quite a convenient way of moving on without those who've dropped out.
Got muh first post up. I'm not very good at using flashy fonts and GIFs etc, so I apologies in advance for the lack of special effects.
Hestia Wintergerald
August 27, 2015
Despite being on her 6th year, the warm softness of the silky beds at the Peregrine Hotel still hadn’t worn off on Hestia Wintergerald. Letting out a slightly squeaky yawn, the larger girl heaved herself out from beneath the covers, plodding over to the bathroom with sleep-haze still thick in her eyes.
Her morning routine from that point onwards was a fairly standard combination of washing, drying, and dressing, whilst thoughts of the year ahead danced about in her mind. A glimmer of hot nervousness still lapped at her skin, but all-in-all Salem had begun to feel more like a home to her than Columbia ever had. She had good friends, and solid academic scores, even if she did spend a few too many of her evenings passed out in a flower bed with a bottle of Butterbeer clutched limply in one hand.
Don’t dwell on the past she scolded herself, inwardly No good ever comes of it .
Hestia took a large amount of pride in her appearance, and by the time she emerged from her room she looked very much presentable in a frilly black top and burgundy leggings, with her golden curls bewitched to a state of movie-star-level glamour. Her make-up was applied with over-zealous precision, in an attempt to create a veil between her uncaring exterior and the self-conscious little girl who hid inside of her.
Hestia made her way down to the hangout area with her head held high, and just the right amount of sass flowing through her long strides, her hips swaying back and forth with each step. The young woman felt bold and just abit cocky as she moved through the throng of students, flaunting the pristine appearance she had worked so hard on.
Hestia pulled up a stool at the bar, which creaked abit beneath her generous frame, before scooping up a glass of milk. Her friends were always laying into her for the amount of milk she drank, but it was a childhood habit that she’d never quite been able to shake. Not that she wanted to, to be quite honest.
Without realising, Hestia had managed to seat herself fairly near to Aella Strand, whose tell-tale shoulder-length blonde hair helped distinguish her from the rest of the crowd.
“Oh, hey there!” the young woman chirped in her thick southern drawl, a warm smile gracing her lips “How’ve ya been?”
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