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Lemons
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STATUS: I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much 2 yrs ago
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I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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3 yrs ago
Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
4 yrs ago
Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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Biting Spider Writing
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They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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@Didgeridont lit dawg
@Inkarnate Turns out I was the greatest monkey of all.
@Inkarnate Make a note to thyself, Lemons: listen to Ink.
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...(and kill some kids).
To be honest, I probably let way too many people in to begin with.
And the edit has been crafted. Sorry for kinda god-modding you into the second group, Ink, but I didn't know where you'd gone and wanted to get some things rolling.
I have no idea what's been keeping the co-GM, but two other people is, at the moment, enough for me. I'll get started on editing up my post.
@1Hawkeyes
Shit. Ow, ow, ow.
"I really didn't need another head wound," I mutter as a shard of glass scrapes across my forehead, slicing a tiny bleeding slit above my right eye. It's not a serious wound, but it's going to be annoying to constantly have blood going into my eye. Anyway, now that the glass is out of the way, I brace my hands on the side, grunting in irritation and pain as my aching arms lever me up to a roughly standing position. I step up, finally freeing myself from that damn door. Now that my arms are free, I rub my temples, wincing at the still-constant headache. Christ. This sucks.
"Thanks, then, Ally," I mumble grudgingly at the woman. "Tori." I survey the scene. The bus is on it's side, having flipped over. Now that I look at it, it seems like a blessing that I didn't fuckin' die. I take a moment to wipe blood out of my eye—I can already tell that this is going to get annoying real fast—and try to figure a way out of this bus. I'm already starting to feel claustrophobic, and if I'm not out of here within the next ten minutes, tops, I think I'm going to flip shit.
Windows? Either too high or on the pavement. Same for door. Roof hatch? I wordlessly maneuver my way over the seats and grab the handle on the roof safety hatch, yanking it to the side. Nothing. Must've gotten stuck somehow. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Hey," I croak in a passable imitation of a yell, "anyone near the back of the bus want to see if the backside can still open up?"
Shit. Ow, ow, ow.
"I really didn't need another head wound," I mutter as a shard of glass scrapes across my forehead, slicing a tiny bleeding slit above my right eye. It's not a serious wound, but it's going to be annoying to constantly have blood going into my eye. Anyway, now that the glass is out of the way, I brace my hands on the side, grunting in irritation and pain as my aching arms lever me up to a roughly standing position. I step up, finally freeing myself from that damn door. Now that my arms are free, I rub my temples, wincing at the still-constant headache. Christ. This sucks.
"Thanks, then, Ally," I mumble grudgingly at the woman. "Tori." I survey the scene. The bus is on it's side, having flipped over. Now that I look at it, it seems like a blessing that I didn't fuckin' die. I take a moment to wipe blood out of my eye—I can already tell that this is going to get annoying real fast—and try to figure a way out of this bus. I'm already starting to feel claustrophobic, and if I'm not out of here within the next ten minutes, tops, I think I'm going to flip shit.
Windows? Either too high or on the pavement. Same for door. Roof hatch? I wordlessly maneuver my way over the seats and grab the handle on the roof safety hatch, yanking it to the side. Nothing. Must've gotten stuck somehow. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Hey," I croak in a passable imitation of a yell, "anyone near the back of the bus want to see if the backside can still open up?"
Gavin didn't really know why Noelle was whispering, but he didn't at all mind. He didn't much feel like talking himself. "You look interesting too," he whispered back as a sort of half-compliment, giving the barest impression of a smile. "You probably heard already, but Gavin. So," he continued, "what did they do to you?"
Privately, he was still seething at Luke's attitude, especially toward his mutation. It was so...casual. It felt wrong, somehow. Noelle seemed alright, though. Even though since his mutation Gavin had become exceedingly paranoid—partially from his own fears, partially from new genetic coding as a being near the lower end of the food chain—he felt a bit less horrified somehow, and though something about Noelle made him strangely alert, he didn't feel any particular urge to scream, cower, or bolt. Quite the novel experience.
@Kit DewStein
Privately, he was still seething at Luke's attitude, especially toward his mutation. It was so...casual. It felt wrong, somehow. Noelle seemed alright, though. Even though since his mutation Gavin had become exceedingly paranoid—partially from his own fears, partially from new genetic coding as a being near the lower end of the food chain—he felt a bit less horrified somehow, and though something about Noelle made him strangely alert, he didn't feel any particular urge to scream, cower, or bolt. Quite the novel experience.
@Kit DewStein
@forums It's no big deal, thanks for responding.
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