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Kuro
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I'm going to have to take a break for awhile. One of my dogs just passed; we went to bed together like we always do and when I woke up she was gone. I feel awful right now.
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I'm going to have to take a break for awhile. One of my dogs just passed; we went to bed together like we always do and when I woke up she was gone. I feel awful right now.
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Had a fun birthday. Had some alligator tail for dinner, overall was pretty good for a place I hadn't been to before. Will start getting back into the groove of things soon.
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Well, I'm officially 27 today.
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One of my relatives that had gone missing was found deceased today—apologies if I don't get to replies in a timely manner.
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 x x K U K U R O R O x x  | twenty-six x central standard time x open for roleplays ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Hi. If you've wound up here, you're probably wondering who I am. You can call me Kuro, although some of you might better recognize me by one of the several other names that I have used in the past throughout the 11-ish years that I have spent on this forum. I'm a middle-twenties retail manager that is still trying to relive the glory days of their roleplay career while balancing a full-time job with an unsatiable need for overtime. I tend to be open to most ideas when it comes to roleplay itself, be it whatever genre, group size, system, etc. That being said, I often gravitate to anything that falls in the following categories: anime, fantasy, slice of life, superhero or survival horror. If you believe that you have an idea that I might be interested in, feel free to shoot me a link; I'll get back to you as soon as I possibly can. Sometimes I forget to check my messages, so don't feel bad about pestering me again if I missed it. I also have a discord server laying around. If we're cool, then I might be willing to a toss an invite your way. [ ❇ ] C U R R E N T R O L E P L A Y S |
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it's like an actual reunion, no one cares to show up
I will add all of the add-ons if I have to!
Be careful or you'll go broke with all the extra fees.
I don't do well with competition...
Sounds like bad sportsmanship to me. Thought you were better than that.
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As any good brit would.
sorry @tgm, i'm gonna have to petition against your sheet; perfect drives a hard bargain with a limitless supply of milo's
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If there's still a chance, I'd still be interested in submitting Milo.
does he make tea
Location: Trial Campground - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island
The Homecoming Trials #1.56 Team 21 Ain't Alright
Interaction(s): Calliope @PatientBean, Banjo @Hound55 and Iñigo @Mao Mao
Previously: Camping with the Devil
Before her newfound partner could respond, the duo had been approached by one of their teammates; a woman by the name of Calliope. Of course, another member of team Blackjack that had been more or less a total stranger to Haleigh. She'd been offering to help out with their tent construction, seemingly done with theirs already—a fact Haleigh was astounded by. Tents like these were annoying to set up, yet they already had their tent up. Was Calliope, or rather her partner, also a camping aficionado? Her curiosity had been peaked, eager to pick their mind of all the potential camping knowledge they had.
"It'd go by faster if we had more hands." Haleigh replied, taking a momentary glance in her partner's direction. Although Haleigh knew her way around a tent, more hands would certainly pitch it up much faster than her partner and her wheelchair-bound self could've. "Haleigh; it's nice to meet you, Calliope."
As Haleigh introduced herself once more, another of their teammates joined in on the conversation. This time it'd been Banjo, the speedo-streaker. Or so Haleigh remembered from earlier. With a stylized wave, he gave Haleigh a figurative nudge, directing her attention towards the lever within the tent bag.
Wait. Lever? What lever? Haleigh immediately dug around inside the bag, her eyes staring right at, indeed, a lever, apparently designed to inflate the tent as Banjo mentioned.
Ohgodimgoingtobesickwhyistherealeverherewhatthehellisthissupposedtobethisisntcampingiwouldliketohaveawordwiththedirectorwhoseideawasthiswhospentmoneyonthisabhorrentabominationthisisaninsulttocamperseverywhereisthissuposedtebeajokeisthisjustacrueljokebeingplayedonmefirstyoumakemeglampandnowyouremovethesatisifactionofputtingittogetherwithyourownhandsrichpeopleneedtobestoppedthisisnonsenseamisupposedtoexpectabutlertocomewiththistoodoesitcomewithathreecoursemealandthefinestchampagnewhataboutakingsizebedhuhareyouguystoogoodforsleepingbagsjesuswhatthefuck—
And so on. Her mind raced, going in loops like a NASCAR driver doing left-turns for hundreds of laps. She wanted to scream. This wasn't right. This wasn't okay. The outdoors was one of the few good things Haleigh still had in this world since she developed her powers, and P.R.C.U. ruined it! They said they'd help her, not destroy the very things she still loved!
Turning around, Haleigh opened her mouth to say something. Before she could get a word out, however, all hell broke loose, spewing in her direction like a tsunami of hatred and anger.
"I have dealt with my fair share of obnoxious tourists who have overstayed their welcome. But if you're fine with him around, then let's focus on this pretentious tent and be done with it before it's too dark to see."
"Right, listen mate. You were just dealing with me at the peak of my civility, because I was trying to make a good first impression. But we've pissed that away, so how about I just settle for making myself understood..."
Haleigh sat in silence as Banjo let loose, going off on Iñigo, and to an extent herself and Calliope as well. She desperately wanted to interject, but Haleigh was at a loss of words. What was she supposed to say? More importantly, what the hell had happened just now? Why were Iñigo and Banjo so clearly angry at each other?
She could only manage a few words, but they were enough to get her point across. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?"
"It'd go by faster if we had more hands." Haleigh replied, taking a momentary glance in her partner's direction. Although Haleigh knew her way around a tent, more hands would certainly pitch it up much faster than her partner and her wheelchair-bound self could've. "Haleigh; it's nice to meet you, Calliope."
As Haleigh introduced herself once more, another of their teammates joined in on the conversation. This time it'd been Banjo, the speedo-streaker. Or so Haleigh remembered from earlier. With a stylized wave, he gave Haleigh a figurative nudge, directing her attention towards the lever within the tent bag.
Wait. Lever? What lever? Haleigh immediately dug around inside the bag, her eyes staring right at, indeed, a lever, apparently designed to inflate the tent as Banjo mentioned.
Ohgodimgoingtobesickwhyistherealeverherewhatthehellisthissupposedtobethisisntcampingiwouldliketohaveawordwiththedirectorwhoseideawasthiswhospentmoneyonthisabhorrentabominationthisisaninsulttocamperseverywhereisthissuposedtebeajokeisthisjustacrueljokebeingplayedonmefirstyoumakemeglampandnowyouremovethesatisifactionofputtingittogetherwithyourownhandsrichpeopleneedtobestoppedthisisnonsenseamisupposedtoexpectabutlertocomewiththistoodoesitcomewithathreecoursemealandthefinestchampagnewhataboutakingsizebedhuhareyouguystoogoodforsleepingbagsjesuswhatthefuck—
And so on. Her mind raced, going in loops like a NASCAR driver doing left-turns for hundreds of laps. She wanted to scream. This wasn't right. This wasn't okay. The outdoors was one of the few good things Haleigh still had in this world since she developed her powers, and P.R.C.U. ruined it! They said they'd help her, not destroy the very things she still loved!
Turning around, Haleigh opened her mouth to say something. Before she could get a word out, however, all hell broke loose, spewing in her direction like a tsunami of hatred and anger.
"I have dealt with my fair share of obnoxious tourists who have overstayed their welcome. But if you're fine with him around, then let's focus on this pretentious tent and be done with it before it's too dark to see."
"Right, listen mate. You were just dealing with me at the peak of my civility, because I was trying to make a good first impression. But we've pissed that away, so how about I just settle for making myself understood..."
Haleigh sat in silence as Banjo let loose, going off on Iñigo, and to an extent herself and Calliope as well. She desperately wanted to interject, but Haleigh was at a loss of words. What was she supposed to say? More importantly, what the hell had happened just now? Why were Iñigo and Banjo so clearly angry at each other?
She could only manage a few words, but they were enough to get her point across. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?"
To my knowledge, I've only rode once in the back of an ambulance in my life. I don't remember the events but apparently I had a grand mal seizure in the middle of a parking lot when I was young.
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