Kuro

Word association Game!

More than one hipppotamous(WHAT TF IS THE PLURAL-)

@BaileyBlue302

Depends on who you ask. Usually it's Hippopotamuses, though Hippopotami is also acceptable in some contexts.

Animal

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@Kuro

@nodogs did you type your latest post with a 360 controller

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Anni didn't react as Hanna tapped her shoulder. The pleasantries, the nicey nice talk. She hated it. It all felt fake, like she was being lured into the hunter's trap. Anni wanted to push Hanna away, just like all the other times before. To tell her to mind her own business. But fuck—she did have a point, even if Anni wasn't ready to come to terms with it. Getting back at everyone was her whole reason to be here, although the second CJ had arrived she had gotten so flustered that her original plans had flown out the window. The woman's mere presence had awoken some deep, unresolved issues that had been eating away at Anni since forever. Letting go of it all was a daunting, practically impossible task. This wasn't "123, abc, poof, all your problems are gone" easy, Hanna. Yet maybe, just maybe, it was something to try. To close that chapter in her book before she reached the point of no return. Anni had already been teetering on the edge, after all. She was becoming the very thing she had set out to destroy. She took a deep breath before responding. "I... I actually wouldn't mind that." Anni replied, taking a sip of her drink. "Thanks, Hanna." God damn it. Here she was, getting all "feelsy" over someone. Hanna was just trying to reach out, yet admittedly it stung Anni deep. This wasn't natural. There was no way she could get used to this. It felt like severe whiplash just accepting the fact that someone was there for her. No hidden motives, just the honest truth that they had her back. Fuck, had Hanna been trying to do this the whole time? All those "nosy" conversations at the games. God, Anni, you're an idiot for not realizing it sooner. Someone actually cared, and you didn't even notice. Taking a second to refocus herself, Anni looked around the bar. First to Hanna and Lucas, and then to the crowd that had formed around the counter. A toast had been kickstarted by some of them, although Ivory's idea of "finding closure" stuck out like a sore thumb to Anni. She couldn't quite shake it out of her head, not after Hanna's speech. "Fuck it," Anni announced, fighting back the nagging feeling in her gut. She wanted to throw up, but she nonetheless raised her glass to the toast. "Not like Ritman even exists anymore. Let's get this over with." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

█ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO death of me — royal & the serpent bar interior interacting with: hanna @prisk, ivory @salsa verde, jack @nodogs & lucas @mao mao ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Okay? Did she look even the slightest bit okay? Christ, Hanna. For someone who dealt in gossip, it was as if you didn't know half of it. Of the history the two women had shared. Though Anni would never admit it, the incident had been a driving factor for her need to fit in; to be somebody that wasn't so easily discarded without thought. Maybe it was too extreme of a rebound. An overreaction to her faith and trust being betrayed. Regardless, she had gotten it stuck in her head: if the people she cared about weren't going to give a shit about her anymore, then she needed a reason for people to give even a single fuck about ol' lonely Anni—a place where she felt she could belong to. That said, we all know how it ended. It blew up in Anni's face, leading to four long years of torture and a resulting lifetime of misery. She tried to fight the tide—perhaps a little too hard—and paid the price for it. "It's nothing." Anni replied to Hanna. "Just a backstabbing weasel thinking she's all that." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Haven't got mine yet.

@TGM

same

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

@Lord Wraith fyi you still have the RP set as apply. Might want to fix that.

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"yeah sorry babe ill be right there im just typing a roleplay post with my xbox 360 controller"

@nodogs

But is it with the keypad attachment or is it manually typed with the on-screen keyboard? Now that is the question.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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_{Location: Trial Campground - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

The Homecoming Trials #1.85 Trauma Dumping

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_{Interaction(s): The Campfire Group}

Previously: Forced Hands

"Thank you." Haleigh replied to Katja, taking a place nearby the campfire.

As Katja spoke, Haleigh listened in silence. Though she did take a bite of her kebab every so often, it was clear that what Katja had said was having an effect on Haleigh. Some might've seen Katja as trauma dumping; ruining their kebab barbeque and "friendly" campfire. Regardless of what others thought, however, Haleigh understood every part of Katja's lived experience. It was relatable, after all, her own experience in Vancouver being similar to what she spoke of.

She thought of giving Katja a hug, or perhaps a pat on the shoulder. Something to let her know things are okay. Her teammate had already extended similar courtesy back at the auditorium, so it was the least Haleigh could've done. But given the fact that she was in a wheelchair, and that Katja was already distracted by Banjo's excess kebabs, Haleigh let the conversation move on.

That's right. I'm not the only one here with bad history. Can't forget that.

Making a mental note to talk to Katja later, Haleigh watched as the conversation shifted to Trace. They glossed much over their own history, like it was bullet points on a PowerPoint. But when it came to their power? The rest of the kebabs on her plate didn't quite seem appetizing anymore to Haleigh—a feeling that grew even more obvious as the conversation shifted to Trevor.

Who could fault her? Eating a meal during a horror show or movie was one thing. This was full-on body horror being put on display before her eyes, in person!

Finally, the introductions shifted towards Makenna. Someone who Haleigh really hadn't the pleasure of meeting or interacting much with, if even at all. Part of her hoped she had a "normal" ability as Makenna introduced herself. Or, rather, at least something that sounded normal in all this craziness. Something that wasn't "I can grow arms out of my back", for example. Thankfully, Haleigh found herself relieved that Makenna's power was that of sound, or more specifically the ability to control.

Once Makenna finished, Haleigh glanced around the campfire. Most of the team had already spoken, but there were some that hadn't, such as herself. Taking the opportunity while it still existed, Haleigh decided to speak up just to get it over with. They were going to have to know eventually, after all. Keeping her power under wraps was only going to endanger the rest of her team and others at the school.

"I suppose I should probably explain some things. Hi, the name's Haleigh, though obviously some of you already know that. I'm from Vancouver—it's not that far from here, actually. About a day's worth of driving by car. Anyway, my dad is a Mountie. You know, the guys in red, one of the stereotypes when one thinks of Canada. Mom, well..."

Haleigh paused momentarily, before deciding to skip over that point. It was a topic she wasn't willing to go into.

"The Cascades were his stomping grounds, so he frequently brought me on his trips. To hike. Camp. Just anything to do with the outdoors. I guess he rubbed off on me in the end since I became an outdoors blogger and spent time out there solo before... well, the incident. I don't like to talk about it, personally. It's difficult to when one day you're... 'normal', and then the next you've buried yourself alive and become the reason people could've died back home. When your neighbors decide you needed to die over something out of your control."

She looked down at her legs, before taking a deep breath. They needed to know.

"Some of you are probably wondering about the wheelchair, I figure. Honestly, I hate it. I would much rather prefer to walk. But I can't. Not without people getting hurt. It's something that's been hanging over my head ever since I developed this stupid ability. I could sink this island with a stroll. Destroy the school with a jog."

Haleigh grimaced, clearly fighting back her emotions.

"I don't want to be the reason why more people get hurt, so I guess that's why I'm here. Tad's helped me with this inhibitor thing of his, but..."

She trailed off, unable to finish her statement.

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no

@TGM

too bad i already liked their post

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