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You could go to ask someone for a bucket of hot water and end up calling their mother a flaming bitch instead? I am, unfortunately, speaking from experience.
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You could go to ask someone for a bucket of hot water and end up calling their mother a flaming bitch instead? I am, unfortunately, speaking from experience.
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27 days ago
Update on the new job: I've had sushi for dinner 10 out of the last 13 nights I have worked. This shit is glorious.
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1 mo ago
Mods are working on the bot problem. I'm on a double today at work, so haven't been able to keep as much of an eye on things a I would like.
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3 mos ago
The roleplay is in you. You are the roleplay. Be the roleplay you wish to see.
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4 mos ago
Sorry guys, I forgot to lock the gate last night.
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Haley ★ 26 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer
Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.
Dallas smirked. "It's no problem, Isa. After all, a "team" needs to be able to communicate with one another, no?" She paused for a moment, listening to the rest of his commentary and watching his shift. His skin turned to beautiful white fur, and his eyes were now like ice. "Well done," she said. There was nothing else to comment, really. All of them knew that they could turn into animals now. DNA of certain animals had been forced into their veins. Dallas couldn't control her shifting in it's entirety, at least not yet. But, she did remember the outrages in the cage in which the guards would come and try to stick more needles into her arms against her will. "If there's no objections, I could lead. I've done it once or twice before and my animal, a grey wolf you see, sort of might help with that in a way. That is unless our captors pet begs to differ."
@Love Me Dead and everyone for that matter, Yes, I will be pairing up the new characters. I just need to see who is and isn't paired and all that jazz.
Have to go for the day. I will finish this tomorrow.
Sable Aurora-Marie Hollingsworth
"All the voices in my head... will be quite, once I'm dead..."
Age: Sable is the young age of 20.
Year of death: 1920.
Method of Death: Murdered.
Crimes: This sweet face could never do any harm. Unless you count being insane...
Appearance: Sable has short, light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She also has ivory skin with a splash of freckles across the middle of her face.
Weapon:
Backstory: Sable was born seeing certain things, what can only be called hallucinations. The girl also has bipolar disorder. But, you see, back in her day, they had no idea what bipolar really was. So, her parents fearing for her, they sent her to an asylum. Bibidi-bopidi-boo, she received electroshock therapy at least three times a weak. What the doctors did not know is that it didn't really help her "problems" but instead just make her drift away from the real world. Then came the day when she angered the doctor, scratching his face in a violent outrage and destroying some of his work. The doctor then came to the conclusion that there was no hope for Sable and her next treatment was of a very high dosage. One that she did not recover from, but instead became a lifeless body. It was put into the books as an accident, but Sable remebers that day unlike any other memory.
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