Kuro

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@Kuro does it say you're the OP

@Dark Cloud

Yes, actually.

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@Kuro this is my thread you twit

@Dark Cloud

Too bad, it's mine now.

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Excuse me

@Dark Cloud

You are excused.

When should I bump my RP threads

Asking since I have no idea when to do it. I think it's more than a week since I posted them in the Casual RP forum.

@Ominae

Either one bump a day or wait until it falls off the 1st page. I generally go for the former, but some people prefer the latter.

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@LegendBegins you know what you must do

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Can’t die

@rocketrobie2

But what if I asked a mod to delete the thread?

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Finally completed the CS, minus Holly's section. I'll fill her part out later, but I need to do a few things first and I wanted to get the CS up just so people can start thinking of relations or whatever that we haven't already discussed on Discord.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

The Holloway Family

T H E H O L L O W A Y S
T H E H O L L O W A Y S

"Life doesn't always work out in your favor."

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Originating from Milford, the Holloways have been a family name in Huddeen since the late 1940s when the former Holloway Textile Co. was consolidated into a larger company upon sale of the family business. James Holloway, eldest son of the late Francis Holloway and freshly home from overseas fighting in war-torn Europe, had used this as an opportunity to purchase a house in Huddeen, having found the town quaint and welcoming to raise a family in. Since then, the Holloways have been an active member of Huddeen's community. Wherever you look, there has been a Holloway attached to almost every aspect of Huddeen, from the mayor's office to the fire department to even the local school board. Jill Holloway (née Cooke) was one such Holloway, working as the local weather correspondent until her passing of ovarian cancer just prior to the apocalypse.

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What Are You Listening To?

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Kitchen, Holloway Residence}

Timeframe Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): Hailee @TGM, Kitaro @Martian, Jason @Force and Fury, and Harper @Days}

Previously: Click Here

Holly knelt in front of the kitchen cabinets, turning the corner cabinet turnstile around and around in dismay. By now, Morgan had wandered off to the open concept's living room, clearly more interested in playing with her plastic tea set than bothering Holly with questions as to what she was doing. Holly preferred it that way; she didn't want to Morgan to know that they were almost down to scraps. Whether or not Morgan actually knew what that meant was another question, but Holly didn't want to put that kind of pressure on her tiny shoulders. Like everything else that had happened in the last few weeks, it wasn't fair to her. Then again, it hadn't been exactly fair to any of them, either.

She sighed, cursing herself for not going shopping just prior to the fallout. At least with pancakes it was just a case of mix and water, but sooner than later they'd be hard pressed to cook anything else.

Maybe I could try and see if a text would go through...

Standing up from the floor, Holly grabbed her phone from the counter charger and pulled up iMessage. Typing away at the phone keyboard, she drafted up a message for some of the neighborhood kids—friends and/or neighbors that she had grown up and went to school together with prior to the apocalypse. She wasn't sure if any of them would receive the message, or how many of them were still alive. But anything was worth a shot, Holly figured.

Hitting send, Holly put down her phone on the kitchen counter and awaited any response.