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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 1, 2017 11:35:50 GMT -5
(alright looks good, updating now)
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 1, 2017 11:41:09 GMT -5
Hearing the two voices begin to get farther away, Skylar turned, slowly followimg the sounds. It was awkward, trying to navigate the unfamiliar place, and she felt her cheeks begin to burn. How weird must she look, she wondered, with a stick in front of her, being pushed against the carpet, with one hand out in front of her to feel the air? If there had been any doubt whether she was blind before, the others certainly knew it for sure now. It wasn't until her hip bumped against the rear of the couch that she truly felt more stable.
"I'm Skylar," she introduced herself, feeling her way around the couch before finally sitting down, though of course she checked to make sure that the seat was empty first. She fell pretty quiet after that, listening to the other two talk.
The information that appearances could change due to this disease somewhat unnerved her. It occurred to her then, for the first time, that she may no longer remember what she looked like. The man, who called himself Tobias, it seemed, had changed physically, and the woman had mentioned that her eyes had changed. Skylar wondered if her looks had changed as well.
"My mutation must be pretty obvious to you guys by now. I woke up blind, and I wasn't before. My sense of smell got better, though I can't say whether that's a good or a bad thing." She paused. "I have no clue whether I have anything physical or not. I obviously don't know what I look like at all any more." A note of frustration entered her voice with those last words.
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 1, 2017 11:48:45 GMT -5
Tobias nodded, hearing the frustration in Skylar's voice, though after he had completed the action it occured to him that she, obviously, couldn't see it. So instead, he very eloquently verbalized a sympathetic, "Ah." After another moment, he added: "Did you have red hair and green-blue eyes before? You look normal, so if those haven't changed I can't imagine you look any different than you did before."
(sorry for the short reply)
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Post by coyote ◦ on Mar 1, 2017 12:10:24 GMT -5
CONTESSA L GREY Time: 3:45 PM Where: SuburbsWith: LewisTag: alfredTessa had dragged her brothers body back to the house they had been squatting in the past few days, and it had been a very difficult task. She was honestly surprised she had succeeded without being killed, though it had taken her probably well over an hour, considering how many breaks she had to take to catch her breath, or hide somewhere. She had made a lot of mistakes too, she still wasn't exactly sure how to use her senses to their fullest ability, so her "sight" was still very fuzzy. She just chalked it all up to being a miracle that she had made it back, and thats as deep as she wanted to read into the situation. Locking the front door behind her, she nearly tripped over her brothers corpse...disgusting. Tessa was also surprised at how well she was handling this, she assumed she must be under shock still, and she was still a wee bit in denial. Huffing and panting, she slide to the floor, throwing off her backpack and sitting near her brothers still form...she had to bury him before he started to smell and decay, but how the hell was she supposed to find a shovel? Or even dig a hole? Sure she could technically "see" somethings, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't sense a shovel, or a good spot to dig.
A noise of frustration left her throat as she pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her forehead on the tops of them. How on earth was she going to survive alone? And blind? Her calm demeanor was quickly evaporating by the second, and it was being replaced with frustration, panic and grief. This whole thing was a mess, and honestly, what was the point? The world was practically destroyed, what was there to live for? No! She lifted her head to give it a firm shake, she wasn't going to think like that, she wanted to live, and she wanted to survive, there was no point in wallowing in self-pity after all...
Letting out a loud sigh, she slowly pulled herself to her feet, reaching out to touch the wall to her left, brushing her fingertips against the cheap wallpaper as she walked down the hallway, feeling her way towards the back of the house. Her destination was the kitchen, the place in the house that had the most windows and the most light, facing the fenced in backyard. Sighing she reached out with both her arms till she found a wooden chair near the table to sit in, she had seen it in her minds eye, but "seeing" the object itself was different then pinpointing its location. Flopping into the seat, the warm right sun shining on her face, warming her instantly, she bit her lower lip and well...fell into her thoughts.
(I figured Lewis could break into the house shes in??)
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Mar 1, 2017 12:24:49 GMT -5
(Ok I'm up, working on my form now. Would it be ok if my character had a dog? He's an ex-K9 handler so either his dog lived through the disease or he found another dog and befriended/trained it.)
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Post by Snappppppppppppp on Mar 1, 2017 12:40:54 GMT -5
( I think it says dogs can live, they just die if they eat the bad meat)
Miley nodded and looked at Skyler. The instant she started walking towards them, she knew the girl was blind. " Yeah, you look fairly normal to me." She told her almost reassuringly. " Are you planning on staying in this house?" She asked both of them. They didn't appear to be together, the way they interacted with each other told her that. " If it's okay, we would at least like to stay the night." Her words showed her slight exhaustion now. They had been on the run for hours and she was really tired.
" Neither of us are a threat. Anthony is a jerk and rough around the edges, but he is nice once you get to know him." She saw his head appear in the living room window, watching them. He had a nervous frown on his face and he held both weapons up to show he wasn't afraid to use them. " I promise."
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Mar 1, 2017 12:43:14 GMT -5
(Yeah I see that, I just want permission before doing anything weird with my character. :3)
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 1, 2017 13:54:18 GMT -5
(Yeah that's fine I was actually kinda hoping somebody would have a dog or some sort of pet lol.)
Tobias frowned, following her gaze to see the man standing in the window, apparently trying to appear threatening. Tobias, in his mild intoxication, proceeded to flip him a double bird.
"Yeah he seems like a swell guy," he replied to Miley, not taking his eyes off her boyfriend. "Real sweet. Super cordial. Level-headed. But yeah, if he agrees to put down the bat and machete for a little while, you're welcome to stay." He glanced at Skylar. "You too, I guess. Uh, Skylar," he added, so that she would know he was addressing her, since she couldn't see him looking at her.
(lol "Shaun" is here at my house rn and he's very offended that he's dead)
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 1, 2017 14:03:00 GMT -5
Lmao that's hilarious))
Skylar relaxed considerably upon hearing that she still looked normal. "Oh, good. I was starting to think that I might have ended up with horns or something." She chuckled at her own joke, letting her branch rest against the couch beside her. It was also a relief to hear that Tobias was going to let her stay, at least for a while. "Thank you. Oh! What time is it, anyway? I can't really tell and it'd be nice to know."
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 1, 2017 14:08:22 GMT -5
Tobias shrugged. "I'm afraid I can't say the exact time. I have a phone with me but it's off and the battery is out to keep its charge until I need it. Exact time isn't really all that important nowadays anyways." He sighed. "It's dawn now, though. The sun will come up probably within the next fifteen minutes or so. So probably about seven o'clock."
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Post by alfred on Mar 1, 2017 14:33:08 GMT -5
(lol "Shaun" is here at my house rn and he's very offended that he's dead) ( just laughed out loud during class. haha. i'll have a reply up soon, coyote ◦ . within the next hour or so. )
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Post by alfred on Mar 1, 2017 16:20:47 GMT -5
coyote ◦
With light enough to see by in the early morning, Lewis took a long while sitting and preparing himself. Pressing his back up against the side of the house, he sat still, his eyes trailing after every stray corpse as they lumbered about the neighborhood. He was waiting for the sun, knowing it'd be enough to guide him when he entered the homes. As stressful as the situation may be, he was hopeful and that, more than anything, scared him most. The fact that he was expecting these homes to be empty, that'd he'd raid their cupboards mostly undisturbed, was somewhat unsettling. Perhaps he hadn't been out here long enough on his own, perhaps the reality of his situation hadn't quite sunken in yet, but he was sure that, in time, he'd start to miss company. . living company, at least. For now, though, he could ignore those feelings and focus on the present. He had to.
Done with sitting about, he pushed off the wall and stood. With his route in mind, he started for the back of the house again. Stepping up onto the porch, he slowly came to the sliding glass door, staying to the side so that his towering figure was mostly obscured. Inside, he could only see what looked to be a kitchen - nearly empty. With one corpse slouched in a chair and the feet of another poking around the corner of the hallway further into the house, he debated his odds. Hopefully, there'd just be this two but, to be certain, he knocked his knuckles against the glass loudly and waited.
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Post by Snappppppppppppp on Mar 1, 2017 17:45:09 GMT -5
Miley kept staring at Anthony. "I will get him in here." she said as she walked over to the window. Miley and Anthony proceeded to bicker through the window. "its fine Anthony! there is only two people in here, one of which is blind. Stop being a worry wart and get in here!" she said firmly. Miley meant no disrespect to Skyler, she was just trying to get him in here by making the two people in the room appear weaker. Anthony's head disappeared and soon their was a creak on the porch. "Can you go let him in?" Miley asked, knowing Tobias would probably want to let him in and make sure he left his weapons behind.
She stayed near the couch, not yet wanting to sit down. Now that Skyler was sitting down she didn't want to sit by this stranger quite yet. "I just figured you would want to do it since you are more worried about him leaving his weapons than I am." she said. The knock on the door was firm and loud, impatient even.
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Post by alfred on Mar 2, 2017 11:34:45 GMT -5
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 2, 2017 12:43:59 GMT -5
Tobias nodded, not all that pleased at the way Miley had described them. But hey, whatever worked, he guessed, as long as Anthony wasn't going to try to break his neck or anything. Or take charge... that was another Tobias wouldn't tolerate.
He went over to the door, opening it just a crack again. "Weapons down," he told Anthony, refusing to even open the door fully until he was sure the man wouldn't be a threat.
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Mar 2, 2017 12:58:32 GMT -5
(Sorry that I didn't post this yesterday. I had more classwork than expected. I finished it up though, posted under the spoiler since it's kinda long. :3)
Character Name: Mateo Velasquez Gender: Male Age: 25 Job/Role: Police Officer (K9 Handler) Relationships: His dog Timbre (alive), his family including mother, stepfather, and two stepbrothers (All dead). Mutation: Mateo’s most noticeable mutation is his eye color which changed from dark blue to a light gray silver color. He has a higher core body temperature than normal by a few degrees, somewhat like a fever but without the nausea. As a result he is able to withstand colder temperatures with less clothing but comes at a greater risk of overheating in hotter weather. His immune system is also enhanced due to the higher temperature, giving him better resistance to infection and illness at the cost of wounds clotting slower and increased pain sensitivity for cuts, scrapes, and other open wounds. Appearance: Mateo is a tall guy, standing at 6’1, with an average build. He’s not too skinny nor is he incredibly ripped. He has little fat and is fairly muscular, with bronzed skin and bright silver eyes. His hair is cropped very short and is a dark brown- almost black- color. He has a rough stubble with slightly more hair on his chin and upper lip, though still not quite enough to call it a mustache and goatee. His face is angular with high cheekbones and a thin but sharp nose. Mateo has several tattoos. One is a tribal-style forearm sleeve that goes from his wrist just above his elbow on his right arm which features aztec-style radial patterns. He also has a simplistic raven in flight tattooed on his chest and an American flag on his left upper arm which has the appearance of a rip in his skin with the flag showing through. His clothing is a white tank top with a black zip-up hoodie over it. The hoodie is somewhat distressed at this point and has no design save for a small city police badge design in the upper left part of his chest. The sleeves are usually pushed up to his elbows but if it’s cold out he’ll roll them down and also wear a brown leather jacket over everything. He usually wears ripped-up jeans with long johns underneath if it’s cold and plain white sneakers that are more yellow at this point. He always keeps a clean bandage tied around his left leg not because of an injury but so that he has a bandage out and on hand if he or someone else does get injured. Personality: Mateo is a quiet, soft-spoken individual; he prefers to listen rather than speak. Mateo isn’t really awkward about human interaction but he is introverted and just prefers not to talk to people all that much. He tends to keep his emotions and worries to himself and out of his decisions. He isn’t what one would call impulsive, but he does think fairly quickly. Mateo prefers to take his time and think through every option before acting. When he does have to act, though, he loosens up a little bit. For someone as introspective and tense as he it is a little strange that combat and imminent danger are the places where he relaxes best, or at least loses his outer shell. In these circumstances he tends to talk more, make more jokes, and act somewhat more impulsively to vent stress. Mateo is experienced with combat, having been part of a few gang wars before his time in the police and as part of his career helping to shut down said gangs. He keeps himself in shape and has good marksmanship with his pistol, so his only real problem is his right leg, which is permanently injured as seen below. As a side note he tends to speak spanish if he talks to himself and his english is often broken up with little bits of his native language. He’ll also speak more spanish when stressed or when experiencing extreme emotion. Skills & Weaknesses: Mateo is good with animals as evidenced by his unique relationship with Timbre, a former K9 service dog whom he befriended. The two bonded over helping each other to survive and they are now almost inseparable. Mateo simply has a knack for understanding and training animals and he always has which was what led to his eventual career. Mateo is also bilingual having learned English as a second language after learning Spanish at home. His main weakness is a malunion in his right shin where a broken bone healed improperly which leaves him with a slight limp and constant but usually tolerable pain. He can’t run for quite as long or as fast as other people due to the eventual pain of straining his leg. For short distances he’s ok but any long periods of movement will require him to stop fairly often and rest his leg. Inventory: The majority of Mateo’s stuff is salvaged from the police station, including a Glock 18 pistol with three spare magazines and two small boxes of loose bullets, a hatchet, backpack with cans of dog food as well as people food and two gallon jugs of water. The rest of the space is filled with an extra change of clothes and some bandages. In addition, Mateo’s dog Timbre has a K9 service jacket that he sewed pouches and straps onto it to allow her to carry things as well, though she isn’t carrying anything right now except her bowl, a spare leash, and two more cans of dog food. (Not sure if this is the right place to put a description of his dog, but I’m doing it anyway. :p If you’d prefer to move it, the description is everything after this parenthesis until the backstory.) Timber is a former K9 service animal, more specifically a drug and bomb sniffing dog. She is a two year old Belgian Malinois, which is somewhat like a German Shepard but with a smaller, lighter frame and more square stance as well as smaller ears and a more refined, slimmer head. Timbre is a light red color, slightly darker than fawn, with a solid black mask. She has no definitive saddle patch but she has black hairs interspersed throughout her saddle which can give it a slightly grayer appearance than the surrounding hair. Timbre is very intelligent and friendly. She is fiercely loyal to Mateo and takes on a distinctly professional-seeming persona whenever her jacket is put on. With the jacket off she is carefree and happy, perfectly content to sit on a couch and sleep but also easily excitable. Timbre is very receptive to the emotions of people around her and tries to help. If one didn’t know better you could swear she was just a furry human given how much she loves people and how much she seems to understand when people talk to her. Backstory: Mateo is part of an immigrant family. When he was very young his mother decided to pack up and leave for the U.S. for reasons known only to her. It is likely that it had something to do with her previous marriage which had borne Mateo. He never knew his real father. They gained full citizenship and settled down, with her mother marrying a different man a year later. Mateo and his family were very close but they were poor and struggled to get by. He joined a gang in middle school, mostly to vent frustration, but he was drawn in completely by high school. The gang was committing more and more criminal acts- distribution of drugs, assault, robbery. Mateo stayed in though because he felt his friends were just misunderstood and that they had to do these things. His wake-up call came at the age of eighteen during one of the gang wars which ended in three dead and the police hot on their heels. Mateo had been shot and left for dead by his ‘friends’. One of the rival gang’s cars had rolled over his leg, breaking it. Only the timely arrival of the police saved his life and at that point he decided to help them, realizing that 1. He couldn’t pay for the medical treatment without a job (he was now in debt) and 2. His friends were complete jerks. No evidence was found to incriminate Mateo for any serious crimes other than unarmed assault and his sentence was reduced for his assistance in incriminating his fellow gang members. so he was let off somewhat easily with almost a year jail time and community service. He was allowed to eventually join the police where he discovered his calling with the K9 unit and worked to help shut down the gangs and crime networks. He worked with that job for six years before the apocalypse. He was in the kennels when he passed out and woke up with almost all of his dogs dead except for Timbre, who promptly stuck to his side, seeing the whole thing as a ‘work’ situation. The two survived the first days, which were of course the hardest, having to put down friends and coworkers who came back again only to attack you. They lived only because they helped each other and made it out of the main city fairly quickly. Timbre helps to find food and other supplies, having been a drug and bomb sniffing dog and thus having appropriate tracking training, and acts as an early warning system because she can smell and hear zombies long before Mateo can. Mateo then protects the two with his pistol, his (admittedly limited) medical experience, and by deciding where to go. Mateo and Timbre came to rely on and trust each other and they’ve stuck together ever since.
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 2, 2017 13:37:04 GMT -5
(alright, looks good. I'll add now. As for where you can jump in... Timbre could possibly smell other survivors, living humans, and lead them towards them. That could take her either to Tessa & Lewis or Tobias & co, whichever you prefer.)
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Mar 2, 2017 14:01:42 GMT -5
(Yeah that's what I was thinking too. I think I'll have Matteo meet up with Tessa and Lewis so we have two groups of three/four. For simplicity, y'know. ^.^ I'm at class now though, so I can't get started just yet. I'll have a starter up sometime within the next couple hours)
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 2, 2017 16:33:12 GMT -5
Skylar tensed, letting out a sound of haughty disapproval in response to Miley's description of her and Tobias to her boyfriend. The blind girl. Miley hadn't exactly insinuated that Skylar's blindness made her useless, but the ginger took offense to the description anyway.
She leaned back into the couch, tossing a sulky glare toward Miley which missed by about four inches. Then she turned her attention toward Tobias, who had just opened the door for Anthony. "Tell him I'll kick his [butt] myself if he tries anything stupid," she called, her annoyance obvious in her voice.
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Mar 2, 2017 16:58:28 GMT -5
Mateo woke with a big furry mass on his chest, one that wouldn't stop wiggling and randomly shoving her nose into his leg. He groaned and said aloud, albeit quietly, "Ya basta, perro estupido..." <Enough already, you stupid dog.> Timbre ignored him completely, turning around on top of him to lick his face. This prompted the man to gently push the young dog off of him, smiling even as he did so. For all her quirks she was a good dog, whatever he might say about her. For a moment things seemed normal. Then he looked at where he was and remembered that this was anything but normal. The young man sat up on the couch he'd fallen asleep on, in a house which didn't belong to him. Didn't belong to anybody, not anymore. Timbre turned in a circle, trying to get at an itch on the base of her tail before noticing the Mat was getting up and promptly sitting, cocking her head to the side as she looked at him. Mat observed all this and smiled again before rummaging in his backpack at the other end of the couch and pulling out a can of dog food, opening it with his hatchet while the dog watched. He poured the contents of the can into a bowl and let her eat, taking the time to ready his own supplies. This house had already served him for the last couple days and the cupboards were running dry. Time to move on.
Timbre finished eating and quietly went to the door, sitting by where he had hung her service vest and looking at him intently. He zipped up his pack after putting the last few cans of food in it and slung it over his shoulder. He checked that his pistol was loaded and in its holster and headed to the door, kneeling to put the jacket on his dog. He didn't feel the need to leash her to him. Mateo trusted her not to run too far off. She wouldn't anyway, not when she depended on him to bring her food. She knew that the meat around here was bad- he suspected that she'd seen a dog eat some before by the way she avoided even sniffing too close to the corpses. And he depended on her to keep him sane. Mat hadn't seen a person since he woke up- all they had were each other. These were the thoughts going through his head as they headed out the door and down the street.
The pair passed several streets without incident. They had to have walked several miles, stopping every thirty minutes or so to rest his leg. It really was quite a liability. He'd thought about trying to fix it before but he could never afford the doctor visit and it wasn't too terrible of an inconvenience. Now that the world was literally ending, it was something he regretted. He considered re-breaking it and trying to set it himself but he couldn't bring himself to do it. First the pain, but then the thought that he would probably just screw it up more. And so he just dealt with it. At one of these stops, Mateo noticed that Timbre was sniffing the air with ears perked up. According to her training she would be barking now to alert him to a scent but with the zombies around she'd stopped doing that behavior, instead taking a few steps closer to him and pressing her body against his leg to signal him. "What is it?" He asked, trying to see in the direction she was looking. Mateo couldn't see anything. "More of those... things?" He asked, trying to read Timbre's body language. She was stiff, tail straight out- something he might expect from the smell of zombies. But then she relaxed and her tail started wagging, leaving him even more confused. She was looking to him for direction, tail still wagging and ears angled in that direction. He said, mainly to himself since he knew that phrase wasn't a command word. He touched her on the back and said, "All right, take me there. Such!" <Seek!> Such (pronounced 'sook' with a very light, almost silent k sound) was the german word used as the command for 'seek' or 'find'. Whatever it was, Timbre would now track the smell and find the source. Judging by her tail and ears she was very excited to do so, trotting down the street while Mateo jogged behind, pistol now in hand and unsure of what they'd find.
(I think I'll leave it there for now, give coyote ◦ 's and alfred 's characters some time to meet before they're interrupted by a random dog. x3)
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Post by alfred on Mar 2, 2017 22:18:45 GMT -5
( thanks for the reply, Qrow(?). ^^ i'm lurking. )
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 3, 2017 10:38:04 GMT -5
(yeah I'm here for now, I may be able to get a tiny bit of rp done if anyone replies before, like... 5? After that I'm going to zombie camp for the weekend lol.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 5, 2017 20:26:54 GMT -5
(...is anyone still around? Back from zombie camp)
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Post by alfred on Mar 5, 2017 20:28:54 GMT -5
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 5, 2017 20:31:53 GMT -5
(coolio beans is anyone else? Doesn't seem like they've returned since Thursday. Maybe I should do a mass tag?)
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Post by alfred on Mar 5, 2017 20:36:23 GMT -5
( if you'd like, sure. how long did you want to wait on replies? i'm ready to jump in wherever, i'm just waiting on deviants. )
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 5, 2017 20:44:01 GMT -5
(well I figured I would be the one holding up the rp but my group is waiting on Snow, since there's not much I can do with Aviva's last post, not that that's her fault. I figure nearly 3 days is probably long enough to wait, so I'll go ahead and tag.
Salted Squid Snappppppppppppp coyote ◦ Percival de Rolo III )
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Mar 5, 2017 21:01:22 GMT -5
(Yep, I exist. Sorry, was waiting for you and I'm also holding off on bringing my guy in until auto's and deviants' group up so there wasn't anything for me to do really. :P)
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Post by alfred on Mar 6, 2017 16:00:46 GMT -5
( welp. i'm here but probably won't be active till i get back to my dorm tonight. )
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 6, 2017 22:26:15 GMT -5
(welp. We're really hinging on snowweee and deviants atm and idk where they are.)
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