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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 14:58:04 GMT -5
a roleplay page for myself and sweetclover.
cross' character:
Finn Seong ;; 31 yrs old 5'1'', lean-muscled and fair-skinned, Finn isn't particularly impressive to look at. He has dark brown-black hair styled in an undercut and usually parted to the side, using bobby pins to keep his hair out of his eyes, and he has amber eyes that tend to appear darker in low lighting. He has a small mole at the outer left corner of his lips, and a couple more on his neck. He has faint scarring on his arms and legs as well as a few scars here and there on his torso, but the most notable scar on him is one on his face, curving from the outer corner of his left eyebrow down to his jawline. It's faint and in some light impossible to see, but it's something that tends to catch the attention of others when noticed. He usually wears casual clothes for the most part, and is constantly seen with bracelets lining his forearms. He also wears a few necklaces, and both ears are pierced three times in the lobe with an industrial bar on the left, and he has a bridge piercing, too.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 12:46:43 GMT -5
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 8, 2017 1:53:34 GMT -5
Pierce Thorrin- 25- Pierce is lean and lanky, although the lankiness comes from his thin frame and how his legs look long compared to his size, as he is 5"6, not tall, just looks tall because of his legs. He's incredibly thin, although he is lightly muscled, nicely toned but not overly obvious. His hair is naturally a dirty blonde, but it's currently died black with white tips, although the sides are ct a little shorter than the middle, so he could gel it up if he wanted to. He has a variety of tattoos, mostly on his chest and torso, along with working on his sleeves for his arms, some of them being protective tattoos and others just because he liked the look of them. He has a couple of piercings, snake bites on his lips and piercings that go up his ears, although those aren't always put in, because he doesn't always feel the need to do that. He puts them in enough to make sure that his piercings don't close up, even though he keeps his snake bites in. He has quite a few scars, but often his tattoos hide these. He has bright green eyes, and he honestly looks quite a bit younger than he is.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 9:31:40 GMT -5
nice nice how should we start this
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 10:39:31 GMT -5
sure, sure, that could work
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 23:42:43 GMT -5
i might not remember but i'll try
i'd like if you didn't like mine since i mentioned it in my thread
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:37:11 GMT -5
aha, i just forgot. i'm still interested, my apologies - memory is not good
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:42:09 GMT -5
aha, is it okay if you started? i don't really have any ideas for a starter rn so anything i'd type would be trash lul
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 21:56:21 GMT -5
no prob dude take all the time u need
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 22:41:58 GMT -5
no pressure tbh just chill and take all the time u want bc im . lazy as hell so l u l
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 13, 2017 1:46:02 GMT -5
Saying that nothing actually happened in this stupid town of his was an understatement. It was a boring town with equally dull people- everyone just got up, went to school or work, then went out at night to a restaurant or the teens would hang out in the local parks. But nothing happened- nothing unpredictable, that is. It was the same thing day in and day out, and even the things that would change the drab routine were expected and everything was easy to see because of the patterns in the town. At this point he'd memorized most of the peoples social patterns, knew how they'd react and talk and such. It was that small of a town, and he'd been here for that long. Yet... there was a reason why he couldn't leave. It was a town of five hundred, after all, and since he'd grown up here he knew the locals well.
He couldn't figure it out- it wasn't his family, that was for sure. He hadn't talked to them since he gave them the finger and left the night he turned eighteen. He hadn't been back to that hellhole since, although he was pretty secretive just in case father dearest decided to try and find him again. It was the reason why he lived in one of those gated apartment complexes, so he wouldn't be able to get in without both the password to his apartment building and explicit consent that he could get in through the gates. But so far, it had been seven years and the man had yet to find out where Pierce had lived, so he assumed that he did a good job in finding a discrete and protected area.
But that was the only interesting part of his life. The rest... it was just him working at the diner, putting in orders and bussing tables then going home... then repeat. He hated it, but didn't have enough money to actually leave the town so he was stuck there probably until the day he died because he didn't have time nor motivation to actually go to college. There was a community college in the town over, only a half hour away and Pierce did have a car but it just seemed like it was too much of a hassle to try and drive there every day. So he didn't apply for the community college, instead tried to focus on getting decent tips at the diner, even though he got the odd looks for the piercings he had (only when he wore them outside of work) and he had a feeling that it made a few people less likely to pay more in the tips. But he still tried to save up, hoping that one day he could get out...
Little dd he know that his chance was coming up as he was walking out of the diner, watching as red and blue lights painted the sky. Well that was some kind of change, because he never thought that there were police in this town. Or he knew they were, just thought that they concerned themselves with going two miles over the speed limit (which had happened to him twice). But, since this deviated from the norm here Pierce found himself following the lights, the opposite way of his apartment complex, too curious to waste time walking home, getting his car, and driving back. So he just walked over, hiding behind an old oak tree as he peered over, surprised to find what looked like a crime scene... and he could see the blood from here, causing him to gasp a little in surprise, clutching his hot chocolate a little tighter as he tried to get a good look at the person who had died, able to see a body from where he was.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 14:57:03 GMT -5
Being an investigator sort of ran in part of his family; his mother's family had always concerned themselves with suspicious things. She'd once told him that their family had been a noble part of the Hunter's Guild, but he had never really known what that was, and so he'd dismissed it as babble. His father had certainly thought that it was that, and nothing else - but even so, the younger version of him had been inspired to become part of the police force. Hell, he even went through training - but in the end, he dropped out and became a private investigator. Working for himself worked out better, and, to his surprise, he became a little more popular than he'd expected. With his brains and quick-thinking, he'd picked up on the normal cases with ease.
It was the abnormal cases that struck him.
Abnormal didn't mean serial killers without a distinct pattern, or wives murdering their husbands instead of vice versa. Abnormal meant the murders with animal marks on them, the ones who had their throats torn out, the ones who looked entirely normal but had traces of something around them that wasn't quite right. All of these, in the end, pointed to one thing: supernatural beings. He ended up straying from the idea of upholding human laws - and instead ended up upholding the supernatural laws. The ones that deemed that vampires couldn't kill humans for blood, but had to go to blood banks - or the one that stopped werewolves from turning someone without their permission, the ones that banned witches from casting curses that could cause death. He kept a little book with him, but really, he remembered the more important ones.
Little towns in the middle of nowhere were perfect for criminal supernaturals to slide into. They could become part of society and kill without anyone realising, especially if they hid the bodies well.
Unfortunately for him, the current law-breaker (or law-breakers) did not hide the bodies well.
There were two, in this case; the police had responded to one, and he had responded to the other. The other had brought up no clues as to what had killed it; there were various marks, as if whoever had done it had tried to look like a wild animal. There were a few beings who could do that, but maybe the second body would bring up answers; he went there, and was not surprised to see the tape. He ducked under it and flashed his badge, glancing at the body. Now this was better.
"Anything?" he asked one of the officers, who looked briefly confused before shaking his head. "There's another body near the edge of the forest," he gestured back to where he'd come from, "looks like a wild animal attack. Do you have those often?"
"No," the older man scratched his beard thoughtfully as he looked down at the body. "Her name was Sasha Morgan. She was only sixteen, walking back from a friend's house. Throat was torn out."
"Yes, I can see that," he glanced down, and sighed. "Is it possible to have a copy of the photos you're taking?"
"Yeah, come and pick them up tomorrow."
Finn nodded, and ducked under the crime scene tape again, reaching into his back pocket for a little silver case. He took out one of the cigarettes and lit it - before glancing to where he swore he'd seen something. With the lit cigarette between his lips, he approached the old oak - and was not too surprised to see a man there.
"The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime," he stated idly, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "Should I arrest you, or do you have a good reason for rubbernecking?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 14, 2017 15:29:01 GMT -5
Pierce was expecting to find something interesting- maybe someone overdosing (there was quite the opiod epidemic in their seemingly perfect town) or there being an animal attack (people were stupid, they tried to tick off wild animals like bears and ended up getting mauled)- but he didn't expect to hear someone that he knew to be the one who died.
His heart dropped a little at the name, Sasha Morgan. He knew her- knew her well. She and her friend group were regulars at the diner he worked at. She was a rather friendly girl, seemed sensible so he knew that this couldn't be an overdose case. She wasn't reckless, it wasn't in her personality. Now if it was himself in that position.... he was stupid enough to have gotten killed both ways at once, and he knew that. He couldn't help it, though. This town was just too boring to not try to deviate from the norm. But Sasha... Sasha wasn't like that. She had her head screwed on straight. He let out a small, sad breath at the thought.
Maybe he shouldn't have come, because now he felt his rather contented and curious mood completely shattered. He felt remorse, sadness even if he wasn't close to the girl (that would have been creepy). She was just a customer. But the diner wouldn't be the same without her going there almost every other day. He was used to the routine, and even if he complained about it... now that it was being changed he didn't like it.
Frankly it was an odd sentiment for Pierce, who often dreamed of escaping here, going on adventures, and yet right now... he found himself desperately wishing that he hadn't just heard that, shocked at how effected he was from something happening to a person that he had never truly cared about to begin with. Then again, Pierce was extremely empathetic, got attached to things easily even if he pretended to not care at all. He hadn't realized he'd been caught yet, still watching with sad and curious eyes, fingers clutching on his quickly cooling hot chocolate.
He startled visibly when he suddenly heard a voice, and he blinked, green eyes wide with alarm when he realized that he had been caught. Whoops. He swallowed a little, unsure what to say really, feeling like a kid who was just caught stealing cookie before dinner. He looked down, his saddening train of thought derailing rather quickly. Then... alarm when he mentioned arrest and he glanced up, eyes widening considerably.
"N-no, sir- er. Sorry. I just saw the lights, thought it was some overdose case. Or someone gettin' pulled over. Didn't think that something happened to Sasha..." His features saddened for a moment before he looked back up nervously. He still looked considerably younger than he was, and acted like it at times, too. "Please don't arrest me. I'm already on thin ice with my boss, if he found out I got arrested again i'd get fired. But- what happened to her?" He asked, trying to peer over the mans shoulders, which was easy because Pierce was surprisingly taller than the man.
"And what do you mean criminal? I didn't have anything to do with this here- I've been at work since five am.You can ask my manager. He asked me to come in for prep work today. He's training me to be the day time manager since he's shifting over to nights soon. Nothing ever happens here. It's rare to see the lights on the police cars go off- and if they do it's just some idiot getting caught doing drugs," that usually being Pierce, but he didn't mention that, because it wasn't just him. Again. Opiod problem in the town. "or someone speeding." He explained, clearly someone who talked too much. Often it got him in trouble, but he couldn't help it. When he panicked he just let his mouth run, saying whatever he thought would keep him out of trouble.
He peeked over again, frowning even more at the scene. "I'm sorry... but that looks like she got attacked by a wolf or something. I mean, I can't see her body but that much blood? Only seen it twice before. Both times it was a couple of guys who decided to irritate some of the wildlife around here. Theres no way that a human could make that much blood- wait. Then why are you here? Are you like some strong and silent, smoking type of animal control? Is that who they're hiring now?" Yeah. He was rambling now. He couldn't help it: he was anxious at being blamed for a crime he didn't commit, and he was naturally talkative. Those two things generally didn't mix well for him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 16:13:32 GMT -5
The surprise in the other man wasn't a surprise to Finn, but he continued smoking his cigarette as he listened to the rambling. The other man reminded him of a child who'd been caught by a parent, rather than an adult who'd just been caught by a cop; but he dismissed it and shook his head a little, turning his head to glance behind him. He could see the body bag, now - they were done looking for and finding evidence, he supposed.
Arrested again? He wondered if the police were so bored that they arrested random people, or if the other man had some sort of issue. He raised an eyebrow as the guy continued to ramble, and barely paid any attention. It was easier to go over the case in his head, really. It wasn't a weird one - and he had no doubts that the police would rule it down to an animal attack, but it wasn't...it wasn't like that. It wasn't wolves, he knew that, at least.
"I was just f***ing with you," he shook his head. "I know you have nothing to do with this."
He didn't know - but it was easier to say that and have someone relax (and possibly be quiet) than to have him continue to ramble endlessly. Finn crossed his arms and shifted his weight as he half-listened to the rest of what the man had to say.
"I'm not going to tell you what happened to her," he angled his head to the side, "you shouldn't even be here. It wasn't a wolf, though," he glanced back. "And I'm not animal control. I'm an investigator. This is a human death case, not a pet pooch running wild case."
Strong, silent, smoking type. People often referred to him like that - but he had never figured out why. He wasn't exactly silent, and the smoking was for stress. Maybe people just didn't like other people having coping mechanisms. Huh. Interesting. Either way - it wasn't this kid's business, and he didn't like the endless rambling that seemed to happen. He took another drag of his cigarette as he turned to look at the scene, which was now being cleaned up rather efficiently. By the morning, there would be no trace - it was just a matter of looking at the evidence and...well. Telling the mother. That was probably the hardest part, but Finn had never had to do the honours. The police would always deal with that, because that was their job. His job was to find out more about what had happened.
This didn't seem to be a wolf case - either types of wolves. Neither went for the throat. There were more efficient places to kill a human, and, honestly, he had an inkling of what this case could be. These things weren't always obvious, but...hey, enough years in it and he'd learned to differentiate what death method was most common with what creature.
"Have you seen anything strange? New people moving in from seemingly nowhere, or people who don't seem to be around during the day?" it was a long shot, but he supposed it was subtle. Most people didn't go are you looking for vampires? because that was ridiculous, obviously. The questions were weird, but as far as most people were concerned, he was looking for a certain family rather than a certain species.
Finn didn't care about this town. He didn't care about lives, either; though it was good to keep people alive, he supposed. He was more focused on ensuring that the supernaturals didn't get too big for their boots, to make sure that they didn't expose themselves with proof that even skeptics couldn't ignore.
He'd learned, some years ago, that not all of them were diplomatic. Hell - he'd been young when he'd learned that, twenty-two or so. He'd learned to fight, from then - to make sure that he could keep himself safe, even if he couldn't apprehend or take down the being in question. Silver bullets for his guns, holy water in a vial around his neck, that sort of thing. To some, he seemed religious. To others, he was superstitious. He didn't mind. All through his life, he'd lived with his mother's words about it, and now? Now, he was living it. Dealing with it so that nobody else had to. He was getting closer and closer to the status of a hunter.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 14, 2017 17:50:38 GMT -5
The only reason why Pierce had stopped his rambling was because the other guy started talking again. His mouth snapped shut, cheeks coloring just a little bit with embarrassment. Oh. So the guy was just joking, which meant that he didn't need to worry about it... which was good, he supposed. It was just nerve wracking because he had quite the track record at the police station. He had broken so many laws and rules here that his file at the police station was incredibly thick.
He couldn't help it- the normalcy of this town killed him. Sure, he didn't want anyone to actually die, they were good people in this town. But he was a trouble maker, that much was obvious. He supposed it was a mixture of him being bored and everyone assumed that he was a bad guy because of his appearance so he just conformed to what was expected of him. So he had an admittedly impressive record- most of it being drug use and breaking and entering.
Now, he would like to be clear: the breaking and entering charges were because he'd wanted to explore the old and abandoned buildings around town. He couldn't help it- back forever ago the town had been involved with witch hunts and such. It made everything just a bit more creepy, even f it was still a stupidly boring town. He knew that there had to be something more to this small town, so he would sneak into the old and abandoned buildings just for a little bit of fun. Of course he ended up getting caught most of the time and bam more records against him because of this.
But he was digressing in his mind, and he realized that he just fell silent and stared at the smaller man blankly for a few moments. He then shook his head, blushing a little in embarrassment yet again. "Oh.. Uh. Right. Whoops. Sorry. Didn't realize you're joking. The cops here don't joke like that around here. They mean it when they say arrest." He muttered, kicking some of the fallen leaves at the thought of this.
He only looked up when the man actually asked him a question, surprised that he wasn't run off yet. Maybe it was because this guy wasn't familiar with him, but he definitely hadn't run him off yet and he'd take advantage of that for the time being. He leaned against the oak tree, his thin shoulders relaxing just a little bit as he glanced around, still twitchy and nervous. He really didn't like being questioned, even if i t wasn't like he was being accused of anything.
Sure this gy wasn't a traditional cop, that much was true, but the mere knowledge of it made Pierce just a little antsy. "Um... I mean, there's never been anyone new in town. I guess theres a group of people who you only see at night. Just assumed they have to be the people that work the night shift at the hospital or something, I dunno. They hang out at stoner park most of the time." He responded with a shrug.
He never thought anything of them- the park was close to the hospital and he never got a good look at them. He was too busy with other things at the park to look at peoples faces. But they were always there, and no one in town really paid much attention to them. They were a permanent fixture there so no one questioned it. Plus the only people who were out there at night were the ones who had rather illegal things to do there, so they didn't care about what the others did anyways.
Dead people showed up there the most, but the police claimed it was simple overdoses, even though in reality that wasn't the case. The people who had died died because of the vampire nest here in town, the police just covered it up. But Pierce didn't know this, just assumed that it was just the normal overdose cases there. He opened his mouth, ready to explain that it was probably nothing to be suspicious about, everyone knew them when police officer Rocco came up.
The man wasn't the nicest, actually he was by far Pierces least favorite person, he was easily six foot and a mixture of fat or muscle that intimidated the much smaller man. He could easily put Pierce down, even with how hard he fought and just the thought of that and the knowledge it had happened multiple times before made Pierce tense up significantly, eyeing him warily. He held himself a lot differently around the gruff, blond haired man who's only hair was on his beard.
It was clear he was uncomfortable, more than he was before. His twitchy type behaviors became worse as the man neared him. " Thorrin. The he.ll you're doin' here? Finally escalated to murder finally, eh?" He sneered, making the young man back away anxiously. "N-no, Sir, of course not." "Then scram. We don't need anyone like you screwing up our investigation. You know I could take you in if-" But Pierce had already bolted at that point, heading back towards the cafe, deciding it would be safer to stay there for the time being.
"Don't mind him. DOn't know what he told ya but that guys just some druggie, so whatever he's trying to tell ya ignore it," He grunted, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "I swear he knows all of us by name at this point- and I'm the only one who does anything about his behavior," He uttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Ill probably drop by the diner where he works later, make sure he's staying' out of trouble."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 23:27:32 GMT -5
It wasn't a surprise that the cops around here didn't joke around - but then again, the one he'd talked to hadn't been too bad. He raised an eyebrow. He couldn't comment on the situation, so he dismissed it.
While there were often legitimate reasons to hate cops, there were some troublemakers who just didn't like the cops because they were arrested for illegal things. He expected this kid was one of the latter kind, but he decided not to point it out. It didn't often help to get information, and honestly, he couldn't care less about the kid's reasons for hating cops.
The news that his suspicions were confirmed wasn't...wasn't a surprise. A group of people who went around at night, hanging out at a park. That was interesting and hell yeah, it aligned with his theory. A clan of vampires, it sounded like. Weird in its own case, because it was more common for loners to cause trouble; as annoying as they could be, vampires had a strong sense of kinship. In recent years, they thought they were untouchable due to their alliance with one of the more powerful werewolf packs - but he didn't need to dip into politics, really. If he had to handle a vampire clan, then he would. No problem. Either the diplomatic way or the violent way, he'd do one or the other and then this town would be sorted and he could leave.
"Thank you," he said, before realising that he didn't know where the park was. Near a hospital, he assumed, if the general assumption as a night shift at a hospital. Then again, maybe he was wrong and it was further away - he wasn't too sure, but he'd need to find it out. Before he could ask, however, the other man walked over. He glanced to him and frowned faintly.
When the kid bolted, he felt like his theory of the kid being a troublemaker was right. Especially with the druggie comment from the cop.
"Hmm," he nodded, "he didn't tell me anything, I just asked for some information about the area. Do you know where, ah," he squinted. "Stoner Park...is? Or what it's real name is?"
Honestly, the more he could find out, the better. Finn needed to deal with this as quickly and as efficiently as he could - if that meant going to a dubiously named place, then so be it. If this officer didn't know where it was (though he had little doubts that he didn't), then that was fine. A quick look around would probably help his case; as long as he did it before sunrise. If he wasn't careful, he'd have to spend another day in this place. He wasn't sure if he could just find these vampires by house alone - they weren't like they were in the past. They didn't isolate themselves as much.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 15, 2017 0:49:48 GMT -5
Officer Rocco gave a small snort at the comment of a "stoner park" because there were multiple ones. "I don't know to tell you the truth. Theres quite a few of the places where the druggies go to get high. He's probably just telling you that so he wouldn't get in trouble for snooping around here. Honestly just stay away from him, there ain't nothing good about 'im. Too curious, can't tell you how many times we've picked him up for breaking into al the abandoned buildings here, and whats worse is he's high a third of the time we catch him too. Nothing but trouble. " He grunted, shaking his head in annoyance.
"So seriously, don't listen to him. None of those stoners have anything to do with this. Don't concern yourself with the drama of the local drug addicts, it's just a headache waiting to happen. They'll just say whatever they can to get away." He added as he took a drink of water.
His face wrinkled in disgust at the thought of Pierce, not wanting to deal with the menace of the town. Even if the other police officers could handle his antics, Rocco himself could never stand it. It was just so aggravating to him, how Pierce acted out.
It was clear this officer was not the biggest fan of Pierce, but that made sense. The two were polar opposites, and Pierce did basically anything he could to antagonize the other just because it amused him to no end. Pierce was a trouble maker because he was bored- rather intelligent but had no outlet and so he ended up pushing the lawmakers and the police just because there was nothing else to do.
It quickly made him rather unpopular, because he was basically the bane of the police officers existence and was basically a regular there. He was in the local jail cell so often that they had given him "his" designated cell, so whenever he was arrested he'd just go there. He had made friends with one or two of the cops now, could joke around with a few but Rocco scared him, still had bruises from the last time he had an altercation with him. It really wasn't pretty.
So really there was a good reason for Pierce to be wary of him, and why he ended up back at the only diner in town, eating a breakfast platter quietly even though it was getting darker out. He was picking around at the pancake, swirling around the pancake syrup and the butter while anxiously watching the door. He was nervous, frankly, because he knew that he could still be randomly tested. Rocco scared him, and he really didn't want to get arrested and lose his job. So he was jut going to hide out in the diner, where he could watch for cop cars then hole himself up in the back until they left.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 20:02:12 GMT -5
aha, i am aware that i owe you, don't worry orz i've been super picky with my rps recently & my muse is sorta dodgy w ocs atm, so there's like? two or three i can actively rp, since theyre my mains orz im sorry
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 23:45:49 GMT -5
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