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Post by Auransky on Jul 8, 2018 12:27:10 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur🦇 Misty((So glad I took the summer off. I've taken summer and winter classes before. It's okay, but I like to keep the little sanity I have, alive.)) Rowlin raised a hand to provide a minor salute in response. "I appreciate your time. I'm glad to know that there's always something behind the scenes to assist those in needs." He now retreated both hands to his coat pockets, but it would only be briefly since his tendency to use his hands when talking were high. "Overall, I wasn't trying to jump into any of this asa way to meddle, as mentioned before I came for my friends sake. The rest just kinda snowballed into the overall situation." He shrugged now. "But I'll keep you posted,you work for the local paper yes?" He raised a brow. "If so would it be okay to contact you at your work place directly with more info? You certainly know a lot of people, and have the means to spread information quickly." He considered. "and I guess the other gentlemen Percival should be updated at some point." He looked off to the side in thought. Unsure if that would be the best call right off the bat.
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Post by Misty on Jul 12, 2018 22:31:00 GMT -5
(I didn't because I had scholarship money available for classes this summer plus I was already paying rent to live her so it seemed like a good idea to take classes. Now, my motivation for a lot of things has completely disappeared and I'm so behind on doing certain things.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 15, 2018 1:15:18 GMT -5
(Posting to remind myself to reply tomorrow.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 18, 2018 14:53:30 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur🦇 Misty ((So glad I took the summer off. I've taken summer and winter classes before. It's okay, but I like to keep the little sanity I have, alive.)) Rowlin raised a hand to provide a minor salute in response. "I appreciate your time. I'm glad to know that there's always something behind the scenes to assist those in needs." He now retreated both hands to his coat pockets, but it would only be briefly since his tendency to use his hands when talking were high. "Overall, I wasn't trying to jump into any of this asa way to meddle, as mentioned before I came for my friends sake. The rest just kinda snowballed into the overall situation." He shrugged now. "But I'll keep you posted,you work for the local paper yes?" He raised a brow. "If so would it be okay to contact you at your work place directly with more info? You certainly know a lot of people, and have the means to spread information quickly." He considered. "and I guess the other gentlemen Percival should be updated at some point." He looked off to the side in thought. Unsure if that would be the best call right off the bat. (I'm freeeeee from school! Well ... mostly. Now to catch up on German studies, NaNo, Art Fight ... never mind. I traded one freedom for another servitude. X'D ) "Correct," said Eveline. "I'm not hard to find. If you want to contact me there, that will work well." She wasn't hard to find, but that didn't mean that she didn't have other ways to keep hidden or go underground if she needed to. But she wouldn't. She'd keep a wary eye on Rowlin and his little group of friends. See if they helped or hindered things. And she needed to talk to Percival. She wasn't sure if all this had been in his plans. Rowlin clearly knew of him. "He should," said Eveline, almost dryly. "He's heavily involved in the investigation of the fires. Keeps him up nights, you could say. Any information he receives might add a couple hours to his night's rest." Then she dismissed herself, once again dipping her head and saying a farewell. There seemed to be no flair of the dramatics this time (pity ... she liked flairs of the dramatics) as she left. (Do you have plans on how to move things along? Eveline threw your characters a few hints. Though maybe I made them too vague ...)
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Post by Misty on Jul 20, 2018 22:09:44 GMT -5
(I hate my world religions class and the professor~)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 21, 2018 12:29:33 GMT -5
(OUCH! I'm sorry to hear that. >.< )
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Post by Misty on Jul 21, 2018 20:38:25 GMT -5
(Its insanely hard for a freshman class, and communicating with her is nearly impossible.)
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Post by Auransky on Jul 22, 2018 20:21:39 GMT -5
((I mean, I can go talk to percival. Or I go underground looking for cults. Since Rosa has going M.I.A we might need to push that aside; acknowledge what happened, but also push along)) ((And what about that soon to be post, Misty ? Jokes aside, classes are hard sometimes. Especially freshmen classes. >.< I'd say, really force yourself to approach the teacher. Otherwise your grades will seriously dwindle)) Rowlin watched her go, with that he turned around himself heading back to where he had left Noir. He couldn't help but heavily shrug to the mayhem he had walked himself into. For once he was hoping to not get roped into something like this, to make sure things wouldn't end up like this, he attended Sunday Mass! And humans say Church hears your troubles and reliefs them, tch... He shook his head to himself, stopping at the corner to see the Noir was gone. "A-And where the hell did he go?" He blinked now , approaching the scene, surprised to see the other man had wandered off. Once there he stopped tilting his head in a different direction. "Tch, whatever... he has his watch. He'll be fine." He now took a step back to see the scene once more. "I should probably head to the other scene.." He softly told himself. ((I'll open Jake up shortly after this~)) ((I'd say the same thing for your other chars since Rosa's MIA))
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Post by Misty on Jul 22, 2018 20:26:40 GMT -5
( Auransky Riiiigh, about that... I've forgotten which post I need to reply to. Could you quote it for me? I think it's ridiculous, and I seriously doubt that anyone has an A in the class right now. There might be some kids with A-, but no As. I'm borderline between B+ and A- right now so yay. The whole reason I took this class online over the summer was because I thought it would be easy enough to handle AND the professor had good reviews on Rate My Professor. But she took a whole week to get back to an email, so I did something for my assignment that doesn't even count.)
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Post by Auransky on Jul 22, 2018 20:32:43 GMT -5
Misty Mariana couldn't help but smile, though slightly. Maybe of disgust to the fact that she was having some human scumbag help her out? They are here one day, and gone the next... little grass strips that fly with the wind.. "I guess you got me." She softly replied back. "It was a hit and run gone bad.." She spoke some more. "I wasn't hit directly, but I was on my...bike when I saw the two vehicles collide." She coughed. "The man who hit got out angrily and beat the other gentlemen sensibly. I happened to stop on my-my bike." She paused to take in a deep breath. "The one responsible.... for the crash... he beat the young fella and myself..." She took another pause. "The man who hit, his truck was still in better...condition t-t-then the car." She bit her lower lip now, "He put us on his truck, and pushed the other fella's car off the road. W-We passed out..." She added now. "The man drove into this town, and pushed me off then left..the other fella was still-still in the truck." She flinched in pain, Stupid, wolf.... She was still raging on about how she got hurt by Silverwood, but for now this was the story, and she would stick with it. ((LOLLLL)) ((So I had a professor last semester like that, he replies quickly IN CLASS, but never replies to emails. So when I sent him emails I had to ask him in person if he got them Actually everyone was always asking.)) ((Ironically I'm gonna take him again. I needed a class from a category he is teaching. Which isn't bad since that means that I probably highly, wont need to bother reading. Since he's going to give us class time to read.))
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Post by Misty on Jul 22, 2018 20:55:30 GMT -5
(The thing is, her syllabus says she'd get back to us within 48 hours. I do not like her, and I do not have to take any of her classes again. I did the math, and if the person who scored the highest on test one received the test grade I think I'll receive (which is *hopefully* one of the highest grades in the class) and 100s on the other assignments, that person has a 91. If that's the highest grade in the class, I think there's a little bit of a problem. Either way, she's getting a nasty course evaluation (: )
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Post by Auransky on Jul 22, 2018 21:21:31 GMT -5
((Well.... I'm not gonna sound rude, but a 91% for the highest person is fine. This professor clearly has been out of the country, since that's how professors with European influence teach students.) ((We're so used to being babied through elementary , middle and high school; that when we get to College we come to the realization that things are challenging. Even freshmen classes, I had a professor like that my freshmen year. Our entire class created a group study group to get decent grades because the highest grade in that class was a C barely B- )) ((We all agreed that if the highest person was getting a 91% then it would make sense, but she openly admitted that she didn't want to be there to teach our 7am class, and that we should all drop so she didn't have to do the long drive. News flash teach; I do a two hour drive too, so quit complaining.))
((ANyways..)) ((These last two semesters I took european history with a professor from spain. She treated us like a european/canadian uni. My god was it challenging, trying to get a 90% is hard, BUT she provided feedback at every corner. Told us why we were gettig the grades we were getting, and that we should seek extra help.)) ((But, she did reply to emails FAST and when compared to your prof, that is a big no no.))
((I wouldn't say "BM" you professor. But point out all the flaws.))
((Example)) ((Class curiculum is challenging however without emails being responded too in accordance to the syllabus, it is unjust content.)) or ((Prof doesn't teach what is on exam))((Some do this))
((Idealy you want to emphasize that communication is lacking. Because if everything else is going okay, then it's only natrual grades wouldn't be up higher if the professor themselves fails to communicate.))
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Post by Misty on Jul 22, 2018 21:36:10 GMT -5
(You probably have a point about grades, but I’m just really upset about this whole class. It just seems unnecessarily hard for a freshman/general education class. Yes, the material is challenging because it’s world religions, but when questions lock after answering them and you don’t even have at least one chance to view what you got wrong, it doesn’t sit right with me. I want to see what I got wrong, especially the comparison type and check all that apply questions. The lack of communication is honestly the most upsetting because I want my questions answered so I can do my assignment correctly. I have only a week to do it now, and it’s hard enough to do it. We have to visit a religious site and attend a service... except many meeting places for non-Christian traditions are at least 20 minutes away and I don’t have a car so I’m hoping my roommate is free this weekend.)
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Post by Auransky on Jul 22, 2018 23:08:21 GMT -5
((Overall, just do what you need to do.)) ((Don't let your emotions get the better either, once your evaluation looks too emotional, head of the departments shrug.)) ((Be reasonable but aggressive)) ((Back up your claims with key points, in this case communication.)) ((How the lack of communication, burns into other assets of the class. Such as doing the wrong assignment, or not getting the assistance. OR THE FACT THAT IT IS AN ONLINE CLASS AND THAT IS THE KEY FORM OF COMMUNICATION. Sorry for the caps, it's true. Online = must have communication. ))
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 26, 2018 19:32:20 GMT -5
((I mean, I can go talk to percival. Or I go underground looking for cults. Since Rosa has going M.I.A we might need to push that aside; acknowledge what happened, but also push along)) ((And what about that soon to be post, Misty ? Jokes aside, classes are hard sometimes. Especially freshmen classes. >.< I'd say, really force yourself to approach the teacher. Otherwise your grades will seriously dwindle)) Rowlin watched her go, with that he turned around himself heading back to where he had left Noir. He couldn't help but heavily shrug to the mayhem he had walked himself into. For once he was hoping to not get roped into something like this, to make sure things wouldn't end up like this, he attended Sunday Mass! And humans say Church hears your troubles and reliefs them, tch... He shook his head to himself, stopping at the corner to see the Noir was gone. "A-And where the hell did he go?" He blinked now , approaching the scene, surprised to see the other man had wandered off. Once there he stopped tilting his head in a different direction. "Tch, whatever... he has his watch. He'll be fine." He now took a step back to see the scene once more. "I should probably head to the other scene.." He softly told himself. ((I'll open Jake up shortly after this~)) ((I'd say the same thing for your other chars since Rosa's MIA)) (You could talk to Percival, yes. The poor man is wandering around somewhere. And really is probably the next person relevant to plot. That, or if Rowlin/another of your characters called that number on the card Eveline dropped he'd get to talk to Percival's 'mom' (as in, the bossiest member of Seven Stars Dry-Cleaning. ) and then you'd get a different sort of information. Rather depends on you. I have Tom where ever and Madison. They weren't really tied up, I just didn't think there was anywhere they should be right now.)
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Post by Auransky on Aug 2, 2018 13:03:10 GMT -5
(( Okay... maybe this is what I will do.))((I'm gonna send Jake to Percival. Rowlin to Percival's mother Then i'll have Noire end up somewhere where either Tom or Madison will be at etc. Something like that.))
Rowlin took a look at the card, wondering what t do next. He could go to the other scene, but what else was there to look at? They knew who initiated the next cause, so... perhaps he'd be wasting his time. With a deep breath, he pulled out his phone and texted Jake with the information on the card, and further indicated that he would go visit the shop himself.
Jake saw the text, and replied in agreement. He himself thought he would go to the station, since he still had not been given an opportunity to head down himself. Then he couldn't help but text back asking about Noire, only to shrug at the response, "usual..." With that he almost put his phone away until one last text popped up. He blinked , hesitating to reply. You want flight... Jake slowly thought to himself. Hesitating with the response, it was a simple request... indicating that he probably left his bike back at the house. No... he did leave his bike back at the house... he intentionally did... Sneaky...not... Jake shrugged shaking his head with a reply.
"Can't blame a guy for trying.." Rowlin softly muttered at the last response. A rather aggressive text reply, "NO" With that he switched to the maps app. and searched for the shop. Perhaps he was in luck? As he walked eagerly awaiting for the map search results, he wondered. is it in town? out of town? next town over? close or far? Ugh I hope it's close I left my bike at the house... (SO IS It IN TOWN OR LIKE FAR AWAY MINTY)
On the other hand Noire had wandered off, following the lingering trail of death throughout the streets. Despite the wolf encounter, and the man who almost died: there were fragments of soul lingering in multiple directions. Something not many or maybe no one could see.... Vampires sense blood... werewolves follow scents... and reapers see fragments of soul chipping off everywhere... He didn't seem pleased in his own thoughts. Yet he was given a task and intended to keep up with it.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 11, 2018 3:01:35 GMT -5
(And I was so close to replying to all my RPs too ... )
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Post by Misty on Aug 12, 2018 21:50:58 GMT -5
(Good news is that summer term is over. Bad news is that I haven't yet replied here RIP.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 13, 2018 2:02:52 GMT -5
(( Okay... maybe this is what I will do.))((I'm gonna send Jake to Percival. Rowlin to Percival's mother Then i'll have Noire end up somewhere where either Tom or Madison will be at etc. Something like that.)) Rowlin took a look at the card, wondering what t do next. He could go to the other scene, but what else was there to look at? They knew who initiated the next cause, so... perhaps he'd be wasting his time. With a deep breath, he pulled out his phone and texted Jake with the information on the card, and further indicated that he would go visit the shop himself. Jake saw the text, and replied in agreement. He himself thought he would go to the station, since he still had not been given an opportunity to head down himself. Then he couldn't help but text back asking about Noire, only to shrug at the response, " usual..." With that he almost put his phone away until one last text popped up. He blinked , hesitating to reply. You want flight... Jake slowly thought to himself. Hesitating with the response, it was a simple request... indicating that he probably left his bike back at the house. No... he did leave his bike back at the house... he intentionally did... Sneaky...not... Jake shrugged shaking his head with a reply. "Can't blame a guy for trying.." Rowlin softly muttered at the last response. A rather aggressive text reply, "NO" With that he switched to the maps app. and searched for the shop. Perhaps he was in luck? As he walked eagerly awaiting for the map search results, he wondered. is it in town? out of town? next town over? close or far? Ugh I hope it's close I left my bike at the house... (SO IS It IN TOWN OR LIKE FAR AWAY MINTY) On the other hand Noire had wandered off, following the lingering trail of death throughout the streets. Despite the wolf encounter, and the man who almost died: there were fragments of soul lingering in multiple directions. Something not many or maybe no one could see.... Vampires sense blood... werewolves follow scents... and reapers see fragments of soul chipping off everywhere... He didn't seem pleased in his own thoughts. Yet he was given a task and intended to keep up with it. (And by mom I mean bossy lady that works with Percival, just to be clear. cx ) (And this shop is faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away. Off in Canada, in fact. Rowlin's in for a surprise. Guess it's off to use the phone number listed under the address?) Percival's day had led him, as was expected, back to the station. It was where he was supposed to be, right? On the job and all that. The vampire looked a cross between sick and bored. It wasn't even a big station. This small, sleepy town was nice and all but the people who actually worked in this building weren't really needed. Or at least they hadn't been. Then the fires and suddenly they had a stand-by unit of more fire-fighters than they previously needed and more police officers and more ... It really did get on his nerves because it all was risky. And getting in the way. He had ... things ... he needed to do and playing double life made that so much harder. But that was how it went. Something told him that he'd have to stick around here. Something told him someone might be dropping in. (Percival's 'mom' as it where. And ye, I named her after the musical instrument.) Clarinet wasn't in the same town as Percival. She wasn't even in the same country. And actually, she would prefer not to be in this country at all. She was about 21. Auburn hair with skin that was only another shade lighter. Long sleeved blue shirt that she picked out because it matched her eyes and tight blue jeans that were worn until comfortable. Leaning back in her swivel chair she looked up at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. A computer beeped behind her every now and again. Information, chatting, someone or another pulling a 'send Clarinet the latest meme and see if she blows her top for using work hours on this junk'. One or the other, it wasn't unusual. Her eyes closed for a second and she silently tried to will a coffee mug into her hand. But she was no wizard and one did not appear, so she was stuck her on telephone duty while Percival and Marcus were off in the states and the others were off in Brazil of all places. She at least preferred Canada to Brazil. She could do Canada. She couldn't do the bugs or the outdoors or whatever you thought of when you thought the word 'Brazil'. Plus, someone had to tell the people who came in that 'Sorry, the cleaning service is closed' even though the sign said 'Open'. Sometimes she wished they'd used a different name for this place. Or that they just made it a self-serve Laundromat, which would at least be a better front. Tom was wondering the streets at this point. His hands were in his pockets and he had a slightly gloomy look on his face but otherwise was honestly the same as ever. Nothing really would be gained by talking to someone like this. He was about as responsive as a brick wall. Still, he scanned the sidewalk as if he was looking for something, heart rate (because he actually was pretending to be human right now) was up by a margin and he just wanted ... He was looking again. Looking for something to do. And when that happened he always seemed to find more than he bargained for. And that wasn't always a bad thing, but still ...
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Post by Auransky on Aug 18, 2018 1:09:03 GMT -5
((Alright here's an incoming roller coaster. I'm tired though, so I cut some real in depth turns))
After eliminating other possibilities, the filter search landed a result. What he considered something to be well-close was nowhere in his ball park of expectations. "C-Canada?!" He cried out in shock. He researched just to be double sure, and the results were the same, Burlington Canada. He blinked looking at the drive time which was approximately 9 hours, at least avoiding traffic and other road blocks. "Well." he stopped walking to focus on his phone's screen. "Nine hours.... driving minimum, but that can stretch to 12 hours easy with everything else." He rested his hands on his hips to shrug in disbelief. Ticket!? He quickly opened another search tab, and began looking for the nearest airport. Unfortunately there wasn't one in Damascus. "22 minute drive for the nearest airport from here, but do they fly out to Canada? If not I'd need to drive into Tennessee." He considered now, "But the terminal, the ticket, the time I'd loose it all. I wouldn't be back by the end of today, it'll be a problem if I go missing." He considered the issues on that matter from an internal and external point. "There's only one way." He told himself with a rather mischievous grin. He switched his phone to dial,then placed a call.
Jake was on his way to the police station, he wanted to get a feel for the place. That and talk to the rather crooked man who his best friend called old. Something like that? He had stopped to pick up some coffee at a small shop. Walking outside the shop heading for his bike, he took in a sip of the coffee. "Good morning indeed." He smiled to himself. He stopped as his phone had suddenly gone off. He blinked taking out his phone to answer, "H-Hello?" After a brief response on the other end he blinked. "What made you call so suddenly?" He waited some more, his expression shifting to rather annoyed. "So that's why you called?" He shrugged shaking his head. "Answer is no." He quickly cut off the voice.
"But Jake!" Rowlin blinked, explaining the situation specfically the dry cleaning place being in Canada.
"Go to the airport, pay 400 bucks. It's money lying around." Jake shook his head some more in disbelief. "we can cover for you." He added.
"Yea, but that guy is snooping around." Rowlin warned back.
"Yea, I'll be the judge of that." He sternly replied. Before he could add, Rowlin went on a tangent as to why going to the airport while the most logical reason would be futile as the flight would take 4+ hours, arriving, sitting, setting getting there and off, would take way more time then needed. Jake took another sip of his coffee, with an expression that just said, I am done with your antics. Then a line triggered him.
"And what if Mariana returns with others?"
Jake took in a rather deep long breath. "That is true." He considered. "Not saying that I can't handle them myself but it would be easier to keep it under wraps with you here. Illusions is your specialty, then Noire can collect souls if we override orders." He considered as well. "We need to keep that issue under wraps." He twitched an eye. I hate him sometimes.... our own rules are too specific for his benefits. He fell silent for a bit tad long. After hearing Rowlin ask if he was still on the line, he spoke up. "Alright." He shrugged in disbelief. "But I expect no less from you." He warned. "Full power to get there and back in about six hours. If you aren't back in eight hours, I am sending out your death warrant on a national level. The world will not forget, the world will never forget the eyes of a killer." His voice had gone rather hostile. "Keep yourself composed, no one will be watching your whereabouts directly for a while." He is still unstable.... He took another sip of his coffee, now leaning against his bike. After his sip of coffee, his eyes sharpened as his voice deepened at the highest levels of hostility. "I know we're best friends and all, but he's not going to let that factor into anything."
Rowlin was in such a light hearted mood, listening to all the threats with open arms. He leaned forward with a rather crooked smile. "Of course.." He replied in a rather calming yet encouraging manor. "If anything goes wrong, you will be the first to know." He assured. "We can't let him get the upper hand, now can we?" He playfully challenged back. "Alright, I should go then, if I want to well ya know?" He looked up towards the sky.
Jake nodded, "Yea, you should." he agreed. "Don't bring back unwanted attention, or military personal." He shivered at the thought. "It's not impossible to clear that up, but still a headache." He recalled.
"Gotcha." Rowlin replied.
Jake held back an instant reply. "Just be safe,kay?" He softly said after hesitating. Before anything else could be said he hung up. WE don't know the first thing about this percival guy, but the possibility lingers that he can be connected to the werewolves. Having a direct source like that, would really help scratch out the possibility. At the same time that person is a direct source given by someone else. So this town knows itself more we are giving it credit for. I can't have Row gone for too long either, it'll draw suspicion. He shook his head. "I just gave him what he wanted.." He softly muttered in annoyance.
Rowlin made his way towards the neighborhoods which led for the otskirts. Aside from the town, they were surrounded by Mountains, and Trees. He just needed to head back to their home, and he'd be able to well, get what he wanted. It's not like you GPS'd my phone anyways.. He considered.
Noire walked the streets, just aimlessly following the trail of souls. The problem was that Mariana , the other girl and that mad hunter had been all around the place making it difficult to just follow one set. Second, the trials were fading over time, making it impossible to clearly stick to one path. This had him walking occasionally turning at the end of one street, to walk all the way back down the street. He seemed focused on that aspect, but to the average standby fella, he was lost. Walking , stopping, turning around with an undecided look-he looked clearly lost. Ocassionally he would walk off the curb before reaching the crosswalk to well cross the street. But he would snap back before stepping off the curb to go all the way to the street crossing, before continuing on his search. Just how long has she been here... how long have others been here? He couldn't help but shrug at the thought. At this rate i'll be walking ten circles per block.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 24, 2018 15:15:57 GMT -5
Auransky(Percival being still in the same place as before.) Clarinet was, of course, completely unaware of Rowlin's intentions. She just continued about her day with nothing out of the ordinary expected in the near future. A call did come in from one of the groups, checking in with reports and statistics. Growing statistics. Clarinet winced, trying not to think about it, as she bit her lip. Once again, she hid the data, splicing in things that made the audio and visuals sent look like complete gibberish. Things needed to be like this more for her sanity than anyone seeing it in the future. Who cared what was done here? And now she moved around the shop, shifting what she liked to call 'the props' to make it seem like things were actually being done here. Of course, there was Percival's and the others forgotten suits which had apparently been left to help with the act. She knew these people all to well. It caused her to roll her eyes more than once, that was for sure. "Are you lost?" asked Tom. Of course that was the first thing he said but this was the second time the same man had been down this block and it didn't seem like he was going to be stopping any time soon. You didn't get a lot of lost people around here. It wasn't like the town was large enough to get lost in. Still ... it happened. Out-of-towners looking for a person instead of a place or some such. He shifted from foot to foot, hoping Noire had actually heard him. He seemed pretty spacey, if Tom was anyone to judge.
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Post by Chocolate-Fawn on Aug 24, 2018 22:20:25 GMT -5
(Um is this still open?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 25, 2018 19:03:45 GMT -5
(Yes it is. ^^ Did you have ideas for character/s? )
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