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    1. Oliver 10 yrs ago

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9 yrs ago
Current I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.

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Sorry for still being inactive. I know it's kind of ironic, since usually I'm the one bugging everyone for posts.
I've been sick. Like, really sick. We Americans have Thansgiving break until Monday so I'm not missing school, but I feel like shit and can't focus on writing anything longer than a paragraph. Sorry, I should be able to get something quick and crappy up before I have to go back to school.
Maybe the website has a coding error or something...?
I don't really use Pinterest, so I wouldn't know...
Sorry my replies have been dwindling. I'm really sick DX
I'll probably have a little something up by tomorrow.
Ciel



Location - Franklin, Heard County High School



"I... ah..."
Ciel struggled to respond, half because he didn't really know what the answer to the question was and half because his stomach was twisting into painful knots, seeming to turn itself inside out. He brought a hand to his mouth, doubling over with his other arm clutching his waist.
He'd been sick before many a time, but nothing like this. He desperately needed food, but his digestive system seemed to reject even small amounts. A stabbing sensation pulsated through his whole torso, making it impossible to discern which organ was causing the problem. The infirmary seemed to spin in dizzying loops, tilting back and forth and wavering as if he were underwater.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore and his hand quickly became drenched in bile, and he quickly removed the arm from around his waist to grab the bucket from her and he held it in his lap as he began to retch and vomit. Purging the contents of his stomach only made it hurt worse, and by the time he lifted his head he was fighting not to burst into tears. Starving to death was an agonizing process, and he was further down the trail than he thought.


Full Name: Cicero Monacelli

Nationality: Purebred Italian

Age: 10

Favourite food: Cheese of all sorts

Hobbies: Collecting action figures, drawing, feeding stray cats, arguing

Likes:

  • Cats
  • Food
  • Exploring
  • Practical jokes
  • Snow


Dislikes:

  • The English language
  • Snakes
  • Going to bed early
  • The dark
  • Heights
  • Reading

Minor special ability: Weak ice powers that he can't control very well yet.

One paragraph biography: Cicero and his family are from the elegant city of Florence, Italy. Naturally they were quite well off, his father working as the head of a company while his mother was a freelance artist. After his mother died of a sudden stroke, her husband, Cicero's father, sent his three children into foster care and attempted suicide. He's currently being held in the local mental institute. Meanwhile, Cicero was separated from his older brothers and adopted by a couple who moved with him to Chicago, Illinois. Let it suffice to say that Chicago is nothing like Florence, and Cicero despised every inch of the city and its English speaking inhabitants. He always had a hard time learning languages. Back in Florence his mother tried to teach them all French and German, but Cicero never mastered either language, preferring his native Italian. Thinking he was going to smuggle himself back to Italy by plane, Cicero ran away from his adoptive family and wound up on the wrong plane and lost in some foreign country. Good thing this old mansion was lying around, because he's out of money for plane tickets and has nowhere to go...
Will said nothing, mostly just waiting for an opportunity to leave. He had a lot of places he'd rather be than here, namely the bathroom, but after that he wanted to have a chance to unpack his stuff before class. The ten year old silently edged his way to the back of the small group of students, anxiously chewing on the end of his jacket sleeve. His other hand twirled strands of his dark brown hair, his gaze cast on the ground although he was still technically paying attention. He didn't have a lot to do with the situation with the rocket, other than almost being its victim, so he wasn't quite sure why he had to be here.



Full Name: Cicero Monacelli

Nationality: Purebred Italian

Age: 10

Favourite food: Cheese of all sorts

Hobbies: Collecting action figures, drawing, feeding stray cats, arguing

Likes:

  • Cats
  • Food
  • Exploring
  • Practical jokes
  • Snow


Dislikes:

  • The English language
  • Snakes
  • Going to bed early
  • The dark
  • Heights
  • Reading

Minor special ability: Weak ice powers that he can't control very well yet.

One paragraph biography: Cicero and his family are from the elegant city of Florence, Italy. Naturally they were quite well off, his father working as the head of a company while his mother was a freelance artist. After his mother died of a sudden stroke, her husband, Cicero's father, sent his three children into foster care and attempted suicide. He's currently being held in the local mental institute. Meanwhile, Cicero was separated from his older brothers and adopted by a couple who moved with him to Chicago, Illinois. Let it suffice to say that Chicago is nothing like Florence, and Cicero despised every inch of the city and its English speaking inhabitants. He always had a hard time learning languages. Back in Florence his mother tried to teach them all French and German, but Cicero never mastered either language, preferring his native Italian. Thinking he was going to smuggle himself back to Italy by plane, Cicero ran away from his adoptive family and wound up on the wrong plane and lost in some foreign country. Good thing this old mansion was lying around, because he's out of money for plane tickets and has nowhere to go...
IT's still up. I'm really sick right now so I'm probably not going to edit it until tomorrow
Ah, sorry! I thought we completely ended the day. I'll go back and redo my post.
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