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8 yrs ago
Current "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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9 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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9 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
10 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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11 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.

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There was a dog, dying on the road. Luna watched it, through a slit in her curtains, the man-the thing, that had tried to eat it was dead beside it. But no one had thought to do anything about the dog. It broke Luna's heart, and she had to turn away. She thought of her kids, their parents, and hoped they were okay. She had tried contacting them, messaging, emailing and as a last resort, calling. But no answer. She hadn't expected it. And that was why her phone wasn't packed away, with the rest of the things she thought she might need, if she ever got the courage to run.

Inside the backpack was some food, all the tin stuff she had left which wasn't much, the granola bars she ate in between classes, a 2 litre bottle of water, some matches and a spare change of clothes. Also within was the small photo album she had, and the band gun she had purchased to appease her mother when she first started collage. She had never used it. Her bow, and arrows were beside the pack, and she felt more comfortable with that. Also within the pack was a notebook and pen, which might be her only way of communicating now.

Looking back out the window, she knew she would have to run. A little down the road was a bike. She didn't know what had happened to the person on it, but if she could get to it, she might have a chance. She knew she would have to be careful. It wasn't like she could call for help. But if she stayed in her apartment, she would either be starved, or the...the things would overwhelm
Her meager door, and get in. She had to leave, and now would be best when the street looked empty, apart from the bodies.

She closed her eyes, trying to gather some courage, but terrified to her very toes. She slung the backpack on, slid her quiver over one shoulder, her how over the other, and very slowly opened her front door. Her car had been stolen, hours past otherwise she would have taken that. Yet now it seemed her only hope was that bike. Glancing about fearfully, she ran towards the bike. It seemed to take forever to reach it, her heart pounding as she continually looked about. When she finally reached it, she picked it up, and didn't hesitate to swing herself into it, no matter the blood on the handle bars.

She began to peddle, her first thought to find anyone alive, who maybe had somethin better then a bike. To get out of there, with anyone she could find.
@Caits
Accepted! We do need a hunter so I'd appreciate it if you made one. You don't have to, but I'd love it if you did.


Awesome I'll make one, more then happy to already have an idea for one. But I'll work on t in the morning
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No? XD

Karn has mostly just been with Trinity.

Unless you meant like information pms :P


Yes. Information. Like for his story.
Oh.

Did we not have one XD
Apparenyly a delayef double post
it will never die, so long as some of us are still around

I never lead a roleplay. Nal can vouch for that XD

I shall wait to post then ^.^
um.

well I kinda dont post as often as I should. But we kinda...just keep on trucking. Its been around a lot longer then that on other sites.
"no, no its okay. Ijust find it weird they'd put a girl and boy togehter, aren't they worried about that?"She gave a shrug, and sighed, leaning her sword against the wall by her bed, she rose to put the small amount of clothes she had away, before taking out her parents photograph, and putting it on the bed, where she could look at it before sleep.

"um. So...I...what do we do?"
hm. Well what do you see happening?

Cause....a year and a half, a lot could happen.

Would any of them have another child?
"hey, Assbutt!"

Name: Kalinda
Nickname: For her own amusement, Kali. Otherwise, she's happy with Shadow or Kalinda.
Species: Demon
Age: A lady never reveals her age. Unknown.
Appearance:Kali is all of 5 foot 3, with long red flaming hair that she normally wears tied back. Her skin tone is pale, making her hair stand out shockingly, her bright green eyes often dancing with amusement. Her eyes are slitted slightly, like a cats. Typically she wears clothes that are revealing, short cut tops, low necked for example. And her clothes are often varied. Excentric styles to more mundane ones. She wears her nails long and pointed, painted black and has a cute splattering of freckles over her face and chest.
Personality: kali is a bit of a strange individual, she can be happy and cheerful one moment, then vicious the next. She can be sane and easy going, and then psycotic and not so laid back in seconds. Lets just say you don't want to make her angry.
Bio: Kali prefers to keep her past in the past.
Weapons/Equipment: Kali's angel blade is small, to go with her own small stature, but it is deadly. A thin blade, it is nevertheless sharp, light and powerful.

Her other weapon? her body, of course.
Other: n/a

May I make a hunter as well?
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