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Current [@MrAllenJ] i can be yuor angle or devil
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S T R A I G H T O U T T A E U L A DS
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i have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO just pm me up a casual rp
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#gorillalivesmatter because gators can snatch children without getting shot
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i'm just a guy who's an artist for fun.

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yeah just replace grace with lilly
no, fuck make shiyami alone else the numbers are uneven
holy- roanesca is a little upset.
Yeah, I agree with Unfo, that's what i call you now, cos
unfo is one letter away from ayy lmao
Just do it, and if they say that their character isn't going to go dorms, then remove the character from the list.
<Snipped quote by Unfortunately> We can be the cool kids from the anti-family.
But then again i'm cool for not being part of the family
Meanwhile, in the courtyards of Orean Cause... The broom brushed its fine fibers against the grass, taking along with it leaves and other filth and sweeping them along into the dustpan as the lady swiveled it left and right. Her crimson hair billowed in the breeze, gliding in the calm air as the maiden swept and swept. She had a rather simple choice of clothing-- a black dress-suit with silken white sleeves, a rose-colored necktie to give it a neat touch, and plain old black shoes to finish it up. It seemed that this woman was, to put it in a simple way, rather modest even if she had "demon wings" on her head, but her perpetual, unsettling, disturbing expression of a smile without sanity-- add in a disconcerting dialogue towards her sickle, vanishes those impressions. And if one were to learn the fact that these head wings were ripped off from an imp and stabbed straight to her head, then it would be best for the unfortunate person that might encounter her to stay away. This is Madame Samantha Marcel, Orean Cause's school maid. Like Sarina Marcel, those who have mystic affiliations and had known her-- if they even dared to do so --might see her as a formidable fallen angel. A few know her as Samael, a legendary figure of death. But regardless of if anyone sees her as either Samantha or Samael, most would prefer to back away as soon as they either see her sharp, creepy grin or hear her conversations with nonliving objects. "Look, mister sickle, so much humans! Young, ripe and juicy!" whisphered Samantha to her curved blade attached to a leather belt, as a few children passed by in the distance. "Not to mention, they're mortals! I wish Madame Sariel would just leave me alone already, but she's my superior! I must keep my loyalty firm, even if it means starving myself of the sweet, precious death of men!" For now, she would keep on doing her duties as a school maid: sweeping the courtyards. Perhaps some unlucky students will come across her and dare interact... ------------------------------------------------------ "Oi." The seraph put a gaze on a certain girl, who had just started to find someone to socialize. This pupil looked sheepish... sheepish enough to be in need of Sariel's intervention! Or so would it be? "If you're going to have a talk with someone else," she advised, giving a little smirk. "...you better get out of their vicinity if they look or sound too suspicious for you. Especially the school maid. Don't ever talk to the school maid. Don't. Never." Sariel paused, taking a quick sip of her homemade beer. "And good day to you! I'm Sarina Marcel, part of the faculty. You might see me in any classes regarding science."
yo homies where the fuck is the dorm list at
In the middle of the crowd, Roanesca had successfully pickpocketed a few bucks from a few unwary students who were unlucky enough to pass near her. The girl, like a politician who leeched tax money for her own benefit, flicked through the stack of the green papers and ended up counting two dozen, enough for a week's allowance. Things have gone well for the thief even on the first day, with the blessings of hitting the mother load and not raising even the slightest suspicion among the people, although merely snatching currency from people's pockets wasn't enough. Roanesca wanted to do something different apart from stealing this day, especially since this marked the very first time in years since she had a permanent (sort of) home and a proper education (although Roanesca caught up on high school topics in the local library.) There was something to do tonight, indeed, because news of the Movie Night that quickly spread like wildfire had reached Roanesca. She looked left and right for this Connie Blendin, who might cater this occasion, and caught wind of that girl who handed out the fliers. Sure enough, she was Connie Blendin, because Roanesca overheard her name from her conversation with someone probably attending the Movie Night. "Are zou... Connie Blendin?" She leaned forward, batting an eye in curiosity. "Are zou hosting zis Movie Night? Consider ze interested. At what time is zit? What movies do zou have? Do zou serve refreshments? Zit's ze first day after all, so zi'd figure to at least attend something special."
i ain't one of the cool kids because i ain't part of the family
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