Mega Birb

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Eyy, happy anniversary!

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

HOT DAMN that's a lot of dialogue in that post.

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

Soren Gale

Soren looked up from his meager breakfast as company arrived, glad for someone to talk to. It was Gabe, one of the others that had been there about as long as he had, and a close friend of his. "Ah, Gabe, I'm well. Yourself?" He took a sip of his water as the newcomer was introduced. Ash, a simple enough name, yet one that stuck well. He set down his glass with care, managing to not disturb the water within it. "Well, hello to you, Ash. Just a warning, don't drink anything besides water unless a new shipment comes in. Stuff spoils fast around here, for one reason or another." He took a glance at his blueberries and, upon noticing a patch of white mold growing, he promptly picked up the plastic container and lobbed it into a nearby trash can. "As stated."

The man reached into a pocket and produced a sticky note and a pen, and began to poke a series of holes in the paper, writing in Braille to accommodate his reader's lack of sight. "Anyhow, you're probably wondering why you're here in the first place. Long story short, each of us has a mental disorder that poses a threat to society, so we're kept locked away in what's essentially a maximum security prison. Once you're in, you're likely in for good. There are doctors and psychologists at the ready in case anything happens, and stay on the warden's good side. It's better that way." He set the pen down and handed the note to Ash, pressing it into his palm. If read, it would simply read "Room on the second floor, still smells of smoke. Be there in 2 hours, more to explain. No security." Continuing on as if he didn't just initiate a conspiracy, Soren began to eat his oatmeal, sipping his water every now and then to get the paste down.

"So Gabe, anything out of the ordinary happening today?"

@Midnight Howl @duskshine749

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

I'll have a post up sometime tomorrow, worry not!

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@Jedly Dear god, man. You're worse than me with spontaneously creating characters...

...

*Resisting the urge to write more characters*

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<Snipped quote by Mega Birb>

I can totes help ya. Just hit on Retsu or ask Asahi to lend ya a hand.

@Lucius Cypher

Gotcha.

@Mega Birb Ctrl+c man, welcome back I guess

@Lord of Evil

Still, I've been meaning to change it for like a month now.

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Also, Aaron is now maroon. I'm sick of spelling out turquoise all the time and that didn't really fit him, in my opinion.

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Alright, I'm taking volunteers to help fake Aaron's death. Anyone?

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Aaron Fletcher

As he was pounced on by the apparently thirsty Emma, the color rose in Aaron's face once again. "Oh, it's no big deal really. It's just a drink." He replied humbly. As the offer was made to head to the movies and later game with her and Thomas took his leave, the American readily agreed. "I'd love you." It took him a moment to realize how his brain and mouth had not been on the same page there, at which point his expression blanked entirely.

One social suicide later, Aaron was in full-on panic mode for a solid few seconds. "I-I mean, I'd love to see a movie with you! Yeah, the movies, yes! And then Deep Ground, yeah, I'd bet there's plenty of XP to claim! He calmed down with a nervous laugh and the fleeting hope that no one had just heard his accidental confession instead of agreeing to see a movie.

They say there's a phrase for someone that's about to die. Someone that's fully aware of his imminent demise. Yet, that person can do nothing to stop it. Aaron Fletcher, the American transplanted into Japan, defender of the Black City, and the literal head of an entire club at Purple Crown Academy, was a dead man walking.

@KoL@Lord of Evil

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Jiro Katsurou

Jiro, who had been scrolling through the social lives of many people on his phone, perked up as he got a message from a Shiro Kawabata. As far as he knew, he had no idea who this was, but he knew his Avatar's name...

After a long moment of consideration, he nodded to himself and tucked his phone back into his pocket. He looked over his shoulder and shouted into what was apparently the back room of the fast food joint in the Academy's food court. "Yo! Jack! Can you cover the register for a little bit! I have to run a quick errand!" Not even waiting for a proper response, the Japan native hopped the counter and started snaking his way to the arcade, looking for bright orange hair within the crowd. Given where they were in the world, it wasn't a hard color to miss.

A short walk past a few old machines from the 1980's and the dance pads that were being brutally murdered, the blue-haired boy came up behind who he assumed was the sender of the message. The eye patch certainly fit the bill, so this must've been the guy. "I'm not late, am I?" He crossed his arms and shifted his weight to his left leg, looking over the gang in front of him.

@Jedly

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I AM BACK IN ACTION MY DUDES! LET'S WRITE A FUCKING POST!