Is a reactionary post for Elbritas in the works or should I go ahead and have Madison kill fight Vlad? Either way, I'm going jogging now so it'll be a bit before I can post again.
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STATUS: The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times! 1 mo ago
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The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times!
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I would die for a Charlie Puth and Lewis Capaldi collab song.
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My therapist mentioned referring me to a psychiatrist for anxiety medication, then at the next appt. said it wasn't a good idea as it doesn't the issue. I would've loved the temporary relief though...
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I thought a tiny woman like me wouldn't break a sweat with the timed wall sit. Ho Ho homg wtf
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Started calisthenics today; not to lose weight, but to get toned and get a little stronger. It's a 5x/week type deal ChatGPT drew out for me, but my snap, crackle, pop knees sure do love to complain..
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Madison
So he can follow directions, she thought, judging Vlad from where she stood as if she were his teacher as well. Maybe he a chance of passing his first year in the academy, regardless of the level of expertise he may think he had. Madison had a smirk on her face from the moment she stood on the sidelines to watch Vlad, but her expression quickly changed to disgust when he made his dowel dissipate into ashes right above her head.
Something in her snapped, almost as quickly as a light switch. Maybe it was the fact that Vlad somewhat reminded her of Damon, or maybe it was the fact that she disliked him too much already. Or both, honestly.
"What the hell is your problem!" she yelled at Vlad while simultaneously throwing a fireball at him as she would a baseball. At this point, she didn't care if they were in class nor did she care that Mr. Kessinger was bearing witness to her initiating an attack against another fellow student. Madison regularly wasn't this reckless, but when her anger got the better of her, it was another story altogether.
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So he can follow directions, she thought, judging Vlad from where she stood as if she were his teacher as well. Maybe he a chance of passing his first year in the academy, regardless of the level of expertise he may think he had. Madison had a smirk on her face from the moment she stood on the sidelines to watch Vlad, but her expression quickly changed to disgust when he made his dowel dissipate into ashes right above her head.
Something in her snapped, almost as quickly as a light switch. Maybe it was the fact that Vlad somewhat reminded her of Damon, or maybe it was the fact that she disliked him too much already. Or both, honestly.
"What the hell is your problem!" she yelled at Vlad while simultaneously throwing a fireball at him as she would a baseball. At this point, she didn't care if they were in class nor did she care that Mr. Kessinger was bearing witness to her initiating an attack against another fellow student. Madison regularly wasn't this reckless, but when her anger got the better of her, it was another story altogether.
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Jennifer
A surge of adrenaline coursed through Jennifer's body when the gunfire erupted through the air and interrupted the awkward meeting between them three. Her reaction was to push herself against the wall, not that it would help any if she were to get shot. She could only stare in silence at the stranger and his attacker as they both fought for control of the gun. And who wouldn't, honestly, when your life depended on it. She wanted to run in the opposite direction now, and it seems that she was doing just that quite a lot lately, but she noticed the man's tattoos had started to come to life, literally. It dawned on her then that he also had some special abilities himself, although it's far from what she would expect.
"Should we help him?" she turned to Nate, but that's when she noticed three additional men who were wearing similar suits heading towards them. And yes, they had their guns out as well. Goddammit! She hoped they would just ignore her and through some miracle leave her alone, but realistically speaking there was no chance in hell that such thing would occur. Jennifer looked at the man on the ground, who seemed to be doing alright at this point as his tattoos were choking the assailant with the gun. Maybe he didn't need their help after all.
"I think we should--" but before she could get another word out, Nate used her face to push her down to the ground. The landing was a bit rough, but she couldn't complain, not when she looked up to see three Nates standing between her and the gunmen.
Better them than me, she thought, turning to the tattooed man once more but now with a bit of a guilty conscience. I mean, it didn't matter if one of the clones died, right?
"What the fuck do they want?!" she asked right before realizing that maybe he was being hunted for his abilities. "Can you get rid of them too?"
A surge of adrenaline coursed through Jennifer's body when the gunfire erupted through the air and interrupted the awkward meeting between them three. Her reaction was to push herself against the wall, not that it would help any if she were to get shot. She could only stare in silence at the stranger and his attacker as they both fought for control of the gun. And who wouldn't, honestly, when your life depended on it. She wanted to run in the opposite direction now, and it seems that she was doing just that quite a lot lately, but she noticed the man's tattoos had started to come to life, literally. It dawned on her then that he also had some special abilities himself, although it's far from what she would expect.
"Should we help him?" she turned to Nate, but that's when she noticed three additional men who were wearing similar suits heading towards them. And yes, they had their guns out as well. Goddammit! She hoped they would just ignore her and through some miracle leave her alone, but realistically speaking there was no chance in hell that such thing would occur. Jennifer looked at the man on the ground, who seemed to be doing alright at this point as his tattoos were choking the assailant with the gun. Maybe he didn't need their help after all.
"I think we should--" but before she could get another word out, Nate used her face to push her down to the ground. The landing was a bit rough, but she couldn't complain, not when she looked up to see three Nates standing between her and the gunmen.
Better them than me, she thought, turning to the tattooed man once more but now with a bit of a guilty conscience. I mean, it didn't matter if one of the clones died, right?
"What the fuck do they want?!" she asked right before realizing that maybe he was being hunted for his abilities. "Can you get rid of them too?"
Go ahead, but Madison will retaliate. The drama will be fun though!
I can't wait to see how intense our characters' rivalries will get.
Nathan's unofficial title, definitely made me laugh.
Jennifer
She came to a halt when another man intercepted her path, not that she had much choice anyway as they were in a dead end. Jennifer looked back at Nate and with her eyes, she motioned towards the stranger. Maybe Nate knew him and they were working together, or maybe this man was partners with the psycho they experienced a minute ago. Whatever the case, she just wanted to be out of those handcuffs.
"Play along" she whispered to Nate, her voice barely audible. She hoped he would catch on and act as if she were an arrestee who'd somehow gotten away. For a second, she did enjoy the idea of Nate being a detective, but she quickly dismissed the thought as she prepared herself to play the role.
She came to a halt when another man intercepted her path, not that she had much choice anyway as they were in a dead end. Jennifer looked back at Nate and with her eyes, she motioned towards the stranger. Maybe Nate knew him and they were working together, or maybe this man was partners with the psycho they experienced a minute ago. Whatever the case, she just wanted to be out of those handcuffs.
"Play along" she whispered to Nate, her voice barely audible. She hoped he would catch on and act as if she were an arrestee who'd somehow gotten away. For a second, she did enjoy the idea of Nate being a detective, but she quickly dismissed the thought as she prepared herself to play the role.
Sorry, work suddenly turned into hell itself. If possible, I'll try to get a CS up.
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