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4 yrs ago
Current Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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4 yrs ago
Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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4 yrs ago
"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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4 yrs ago
Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
4 yrs ago
They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes

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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case

Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.

I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel

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Locked in her room Jain was without the stifling blindfold bouncing a small wad of paper around the room in rapid controlled teleports her goal precision and endurance. It was what the Doctor had been telling her that she needed to do it without concentration because most of the others saw her as a transportation type, she more than that.

In her mind she saw surprised guards their weapons missing then they themselves appearing upside down on the ceiling or under the one who was falling from above. Jian had been drilled in the featureless training room till her head was pounding an overworked muscle "You must grow stronger, you must grow so we can expand your ports eventually till you can transport groups and machines 85 tons and more. demanded Dr. Schroder.

The Doctor was either overconfident or thought her under control but in either case she wasn't the tame subject some of the other staff believed, Jain wasn't planning rebellion but revenge for her treatment, for the burning eye drops they put in her eyes when they locked the blindfold around her head. So it was with some surprise she saw her door vanish and who could blame her for seeing this as an opportunity to escape.

So it was with caution she stepped close to the now bare door frame and looked out

She spotted three people she barely knew and fixed them in her mind as she'd been drilled ready to weaponize the inertia of their movements or even just alter the direction they faced so any projective powers they had went far off target

"...We're not supposed to leave our rooms,"What did you do?" said one boy to the other two

They were like her and judging from the missing doors at least one was rebellious against their tormentors

"Is there a plan" she asked still in the threshold of her cell ready to retreat if she felt any response more than she could handle her explanation prepared to place blame on the three first ones.


@RumikoOhara One last question, since she's a patient of Schroder, does she stand more for or against his ideals?


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She acts as if she's a willing participant in the development of her ability but the blindfold she's forced to wear and has been banned from any outdoor activity fuels a desire to one day vanish over the horizon.
Good start, just a couple of things. Firstly, the last 2 digits of your number should be between 05 and 09 as the numbers are meant to represent the date they were taken into the complex. Secondly, the only life she'd have so far would be inside the complex as she would've been an infant upon being chosen to be a patient.


Repaired both


@Kiki is Anxious@RumikoOhara Both still interested?


Hi hi, or yes in bunny speak
Vincent Spinilli had worked VIP Parking at Belmont track’s Empire club 15 years and seen it all that was till today. She drove up in a 59 Edsel Corsair white with blue trim and wheels in perfect condition, a car she won off Jay Leno in Las Vegas.

She was more noticeable than the car as she stepped out, tall with pale skin, green eyes and hair shimmering platinum silk that caught and trapped nearby colors as highlights. She was an easy 6 foot tall and slender without being skinny and when she smiled he was a deer in the headlights then she flashed her club card and he felt his blood race. It was Miss Omen and the smart guys would follow her around matching her, she was after only a year a legend in the racing world with an eye for winners hitting the triple crown stakes last year while turning at least a trifecta in each race. He rushed to park her car and as he did he called his boss telling him Omen was here today and soon the buzz was everywhere.

Felicity couldn’t help but smile as she enter her temple as she liked to think of several tracks having no recognized religion except gambling.

On her body she was adorned with charms of luck that she believed completely and strangely for some reason did bring her good fortune. Besides they were beautiful to her, some even making her strangely sentimental her eyes moist and a breath away from tears.

She was greeted like a queen by those members of the Track club many she’d never met because of her being here when she took the triple crown.

“So lovely to finally meet you Miss Omen, Rutherford Mills at your service” said a friendly and wealthy man about 60 with a bow to her making her feel gloriously worshiped.

Ford as his friends called him was stunned to find the stories about her were true, she was tall and ghostly with a childlike face and eyes that were older than time. There was something about her that told him to seek only her favor.

Marcus Cook watched as Ford got to her first and hoped he’d not be stingy with her then laughed into his sleeve when the Track officials dropped by and asked her if she’d allow them to offer her a private booth compt. Bastards wanted her to bet for herself and not see the crowd sway to her bets so he went over to console Ford and see if she gave a little hint.

Once in a private booth complete with service from drinks to taking bets the later she did none of just enjoying free snacks and drinks. She didn’t bet because she knew some would ride her choices and if too many did swing her odds so her payout was smaller later down the line. Felicity didn’t need to bet because she already had staking 6 intelligent yet homeless people she’d picked who'd get 20% for acting as proxy.

Something in the shadows was stalking Felicity and it was mad with frustration because of how she’d dodged every attack all the while acting as if she were oblivious

Ah! Evil plan

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