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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 22:44:22 GMT -5
main - joining - characters Camelot Senior High School * all spots are unlimited (besides King, Queen, and Head Knight [3/3 taken]) * my activity policy can be found here: link
The time for Kings and Queens has long passed. Decades and centuries have rushed passed us and few have stopped to wonder where the time has gone. Cities rose and fell, kings became presidents, colonies became states, wars went from swords and crossbows to guns and nuclear weapons. Babies have been born and the elderly have passed. Education became more prominent and warriors have become less respected. Equality has gotten more widespread and life expediencies have gone up. Somehow, however, the mentality of 'we're better than you' and wealth is power has withstood the test of time. More importantly, it is still a serious issue at Camelot Senior High School. Lead by powerful cliques (and mommy and daddy money), this high school is a timeless example of how nothing has changed.
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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 22:59:25 GMT -5
Camelot Senior High is located in the fictional town of Arthur, North Carolina. This is a decently populated town, not everyone knows everyone. Everyone is familiar with the Round Table Cafe - a Starbucks-esque coffee shop. Of course we have a starbucks, it's just not as popular. The Round Table Cafe is a block from the school so it's a popular hangout spot. Some other hangout spots are Believe! Karaoke Club, Merlin Magic Diner, and some kids even wreak havoc at Wal-Mart. Downtown we have some clubs that allow minors, and a few that do not. We've got a Wal-mart and three Mcdonald's, two Burger Kings, and one Wendy's. We have a phenomenal police force, fire team, and hospital staff - so don't get arrested, if you set your house on fire you should be fine, and if you get hurt, you'll be well taken care of. We have people from all walks of life and a gated community full of stuck up people who everyone knows about and either fears or hates - it's called Kings Palace, by the way. And the poorer kids usually come from Hope, a little rundown part of town called Hopeless by the high school kids. Our town has a pretty nice nightlife and since not everyone knows everyone so you might be able to get away with sneaking into one with a fake.
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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 22:59:54 GMT -5
Camelot Senior High School. Grades nine through twelve, cliques who battle it out tough teachers, and a friendly janitorial staff. This school is big enough to hold all four grades and not be cramped. There are several hallways and three floors. Most classes are on the first floor, including the gymnasium, cafeteria, and auditorium. English and Social studies-based classes can be found on the second floor, and math and sciences on the third. There's a garden on the roof, too. From a far enough distance, the school resembles a castle of sorts and some rumor that the school itself is the reincarnation of King Arthur, Merlin, and the Round table legend, but that's just a rumor.
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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 23:00:53 GMT -5
The Cliques of Camelot Senior High are just as you would expect. And here they are:
Camelot Royalty - there's one Queen, one King, and their minions: the Princes and Princesses of Camelot High. ► the Queen: Sophia Schultz // 11th ► the King: Booker Dohman // 11th ► the Princesses: Sadie Brennan // 11th Honey Lockwood // 11th Aurelia Grace// 11th Estella Lobo // 11th Annarel Condor // 11th name // grade ► the Princes: Christopher Faust // 12th name // grade name // grade
the Knights - No, No, not the ones of the round table. Just the Jocks of the school. The Camelot Knights, those of all the teams (football, basketball, baseball) and whose lives revolve around sports, find themselves as the Knights. And those underclassmen who look up and try to resemble the knights? Their squires. ► Head Knight: Jacquelyn Jurrell // 11th ► the Knights: Maverick Grace // 12th Riley Capps // 12th Charlotte Keilani // 12th Jaime Washington // 11th Nathan Ward // 12th name // grade name // grade ► the Squires: name // grade name // grade name // grade
the Jesters - those popular class clowns. Well, not all of them are popular, but the kids in this clique are still higher on the list than the others. They're an equal group with no leader. Teddy Redwyne // 11th David Luna // 11th Daniel Hanson // 12th name // grade .
the Actors - and actresses. These are the theater-talented students at Camelot. They're the best of the best, they get most of the best roles and they're always expected to be dramatic. ► the Actors: Ayano Kita // 11th name // grade name // grade ► the Actresses: Ivy Redwyne // 12th Sonya Kimbell // 10th name // grade
the Advisers - No, not guidance counselors. The smarty-pants of the school. The ones with the good grades, the hand raised losers (not always). You know 'em. Plus, a handful of them are always full of advise - or they think they are. Skylar Brennan // 11th Addison Moreau // 10th Feng Hui Ying // 11th Alexen Lorreine // 11th Lillian Jones // 11th name // grade
the Wizards - and witches. The wizards, well liked. The witches...not as popular. But they're all in the same clique and they all get along and protect one another. That being said: these are your nerds. The gamers, the d&d guys and gals. ► the Wizards: Oliver Cromwell // 11th name // grade name // grade ► the Witches: name // grade name // grade name // grade
the Peasants - they're not popular and they're not losers, they're just the royal subjects. Eden Tal // 11th Francesca Rose // 12th Leon Hardy // 11th Katja Faust // 12th name // grade
the Exiled - the not so popular. Anyone who doesn't fit in somewhere else is here, anyone who can be considered an outsider. They don't always get along with the law either. Albany Dohman // 11th Carter Klein // 10th Kane DeGray // 12th Simon Levinsky // 11th Tahia Amari // 10th Octavia Waters // 12th Hashimoto Noboru // 12th Holden Flowers // 12th name // grade name // grade
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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 23:01:31 GMT -5
What is going on? It's high school, what do you think is going on? Here I will post what is going on every five pages so new members can catch up on stuff and anyone who has been away can see what has happened.
Page 1 - Nothing Much has happened so far. It's the first day of school, though. Oh, and there's talk about a party?
Page 5 - Same as page one, so far, except we've got some interactions! Boys and girls, catfights, nervous chats - High School!
Page 10 - Ton's of interactions, lots of plotting. Students are excited for the first day of school and for this weekends party at the Dohman Residency.
Page 15 - Turns out I'm not really great at sharing what has happened. Luckily, not much has. We've got a #squad (whose members you can find here). Within the next few pages we'll have lunchtime, so be ready for drama!!
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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 23:03:26 GMT -5
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Post by The Blue Adept on Dec 28, 2017 13:28:32 GMT -5
[ yoooo ]
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Post by . on Dec 28, 2017 13:40:51 GMT -5
(Hey! I'm here but leaving for work in a couple hours)
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Post by Lea on Dec 28, 2017 18:36:35 GMT -5
The Blue Adept . ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ sweetclover1 ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥
Albany & Booker Dohman // first day of school
It was still dark when the Dohman's rolled out of bed. Arthur, North Carolina was just beginning to bustle with cars and people. The Dohman residence was cold and quiet, much different than the warmth of the streets. As five am rolled around, The Round Table Cafe opened it's doors and those early morning hustlers got their coffee. The doors of Camelot Senior High School were thrown open about six am to let in the teachers and staff. They sipped their coffee as they ran around making sure everything was ready for the rush of teenagers.
Albany slid out of her bed, her bare feet hitting the cold ground. She pulled them away quickly - she hadn't been prepared for the feeling of cold hardwood. She grabbed the robe hanging on her desk chair and slid her feet into soft, warm slippers. She rushed into the bathroom attached to her room, quickly getting ready for class. Her clock read 5:30 a.m. and she groaned as she applied her mascara. Classes were to start in two hours. For a moment she wondered if Booker was awake and getting ready for class, but she highly doubted it.
Once her makeup was applied, she pulled on comfy black leggings, a white crop tank top with no back and grabbed her usual red and black plaid flannel from her closet. She reached for her converse and when they didn't turn up she rose and spun around, ready to tear her room apart to find them. Before she could, however, she spotted them just under her bed and she mentally reminded herself to be sure to put them back in the closet where they belonged. From there, she exited her room, leaving the door ajar, and hurried down the hall and then down the stairs, her watch reading 6:15 a.m
Camelot Senior High school was about fifteen minutes from the Dohman manor and if it were any other day, Booker would have rolled out of bed about seven in the morning and had thirty minutes to get ready and get to school. Today, however, was the first day of school and he was up by six. School was where he was his best self (in his opinion). It obviously didn't hurt that he was one of the most popular people at Camelot High, and he was only a junior. If he played his cards right, he'd be King next year too.
Booker did not take long to get ready for the day, at least not usually. He spent the first fifteen minutes of his morning wondering what the heck to wear. At least he had narrowed it down to two options. The pants were always the same grey joggers and the shoes (he had so many pairs) were one of his many pairs of Jordan's. In his his hands he had a black Ralph Lauren polo shirt and a red one. If it had been two years ago, he would have asked Albany, but they had gone their separate ways in high school and since he became popular (and she became the exact opposite) there were few interactions between the Dohman twins. They even took separate cars - but clearly the Dohman's don't care about the environment
After settling on the black one (joggers and a polo? he definitely was not a fashion expert, but he totally worked the style and by tomorrow everyone would be doing it), he rushed down the stairs (it was about 6:45 a.m.). He skirted into the kitchen, almost running right into the family maid. They uttered apologizes and then he slipped into the seat at the breakfast bar, right next to his sister. They made eye contact, nodded a silent hello, and turned to their breakfast's. Albany was nearly done, but Booker was just getting started. At about 7:15 a.m., they were done and on their way to school - in separate cars of course.
It being the first day, the halls were filled with students reuniting after three months apart. Luckily, on the first day of school, classes started at 8 a.m., giving Booker the perfect amount of time to reunite with his friends - and rumored girlfriend, Sophia Schultz. Upon arriving at the school, Booker found himself leaning against the front stairs of the building. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and quickly lit one, bringing it to his lips as he looked around and checked his phone. A text notification popped up just as he checked it, reading (from one of his friends):
Friend: Yo, you throwing the annual back to school party this Friday? Booker: Gotta keep the tradition going, duh. Friend: Lit! Go Knights!
Booker rolled his eyes and took another puff of his cigarette.
Albany arrived to school in a hurry, narrowly avoiding getting pulled over by slowing down at the last second. She was beyond lucky. Not that it would be a problem, she'd just flash a pout and beg them not to pull her over, "You don't wanna be the one ticketing the chief's little girl, do ya?" was her usual spiel, and usually she got away with it. Ah, the perks: the bane of her existence. While her brother used it to get popular, she drew the short stick and the fact that she could get away with anything made her a social pariah.
The door to her car opened slowly and a light trail of smoke came out behind her. She already wreaked of pot. With a quick spurts of perfume, she strode into the building and located her locker. She unlocked the door and began shuffling in binders. Of course, teachers wanted a binder for every class. Not like she'd ever use them.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Dec 28, 2017 21:57:23 GMT -5
[ yassS okay ill get my reply up in a sec. probs wont be as long as yours OOF but imma try ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 28, 2017 22:00:46 GMT -5
Woo, finished my gals!))
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Post by . on Dec 28, 2017 22:10:13 GMT -5
(And I just got off of work so once I get home and eat dinner I'll be able to get a reply or two up!)
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 28, 2017 22:15:31 GMT -5
charlotte “charlie” maisie keilani Charlotte absolutely despised the return to school. Not for the books or the lessons, or the drama that came with the reemergence of old cliques and the formation of new ones. Actually, Charlotte enjoyed classes and the rigorous pace, as well as the return to sports and multi-color-coded planners to keep her schedule in order. She didn’t mind the socialization, though she didn’t really care either way if anyone spoke to her or not because in the end, it didn’t matter.
No, what Charlie utterly detested was the complete overhaul of her schedule.
During the summer, she had perfected the optimal routine. Rise at 8, do yoga, eat, shower and brush teeth, get dressed. Head downtown and cruise around, stop by the library. Return home. Eat lunch, read for a bit, and do something educational. Eat dinner. Watch a movie or head out for a night on the town. Return by midnight, and straight into bed. Rest, and repeat. She had gotten accustomed to that, as well as the guarentee of at least eight hours of sleep a night. But now, school meant the reset. Switching to her old schedule. Not that she minded her old schedule, it was just...the switch.
Charlotte wasn’t a fan of change.
However, she fell easily into her old schedule. First alarm: 5:45 AM. Slapped off, with a groan. Second alarm: 6:00 sharp. Hit snooze. Roll over and turn off snooze and rise promptly at 6:05. Head downstairs for morning yoga. 6:25, eat breakfast. Usually, Raisin Bran. Charlie enjoyed Raisin Bran and all of its subtleties in both flavor and texture. 6:35, head upstairs and shower. Scrub every inch of her body, even her wild curls. 6:45, emerge, floss, brush, and gargle. Return to the bedroom. Spend 10 minutes deciding what to wear. Today: a simple , short-sleeve button up, high-waisted jeans that hugged her gangly legs just so, and a cardigan to hug her lanky frame (because the school was always cold, it seemed). Slip into simple pair of white vans. Charlie took pride in her appearance, and with her body type, and keen sense of fashion, she could have easily made it as a model. Not that she was interested.
7:00, put on her glasses (the chic, wire rimmed ones), apply a layer of chapstick, grab her bag. Check her phone, peek at the weather. Pack a charger, plug in her earbuds. Fill waterbottle, and grab lunch that was packed the night prior. Head out the door at 7:10 and onto her bike. That’s right, Charlotte biked to school.
Her long legs were good for that, at least.
Arrive at exactly 7:20. Leisurely stroll to her locker. For Charlotte, moving through crowds was hardly an issue. Towering above most people, Charlotte had an air about her that seemed to convince people to move out of her way. Perhaps it was simply the height, or perhaps it was the disinterest in her face that intimidated people. When someone really didn’t give two shakes of a tail feather whether they hit you or not, and it showed on their face, people tended to move around you.
Charlie knew this, and she used it.
Walking up to her new locker, she glanced at her new partner and gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. Albany Dohman... she mused, grateful that the opening of her locker masked the slight crinkle of distaste evident in her nose. Charlotte didn’t really care for weed, and her new locker mate absolutely reeked of it.
”Do you want some perfume? Or Febreeze? Or, do you enjoy smelling like you have a lit joint smoking in your pocket presently?” she quipped, shutting the locker and turning her piercing gaze to the girl, a slight smirk ghosting the edges of her lips. Her voice was cool, tone devoid of any inflection that might be mistaken for rudeness, but her eyes sparked with humor and mischief.
Charlie was blunt, and didn’t really care who she offended, although her blank expression masked the internal desire to be liked. She cleared her throat lightly, quirking one eyebrow upword as she waggled a bottle of perfume from her locker in the direction of the girl. She knew the teachers were really cracking down on people this year, from preliminary rumors, but it was also the girl’s fault if she got caught.
Not that Charlotte cared either way. It wasn’t really any of her business.
[ edit ;; gah sorry for this atrocity and for any like tragic errors and weird phrasings. i typed that all on mobile, so i also apologize for the wait. i had like half a paragraph to go and my family went to see the new jumanji movie. it was great. anyway, sorry !!!! i hope it’s okay !!!!! ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 28, 2017 22:43:41 GMT -5
[ yay! and gOOD i was STRESSIN! ~ ]
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Post by Lea on Dec 28, 2017 22:54:25 GMT -5
Albany Dohman // at her locker
Too many binders would be her cause of death, she was sure of it. One of these days, she would open her locker and they would all come crashing down and that would be the end of Albany Katherine Dohman. Or at least that is what Albany was thinking when Charlie Keilani strolled up to the locker beside hers.
Albany was not familiar with Charlie. Of course, she knew her name and remembered her face from a party or two thrown at the Dohman Manor, but she was not familiar with the way Charlie was. So, when Charlie engaged Albany, she was surprised. Usually, those around her either hissed slurs at her or ignored her. Few tried to converse and if they did, Albany usually shut them down. That's what she intended to do with Charlotte, at least.
She gripped her locker door, considering whether or not she should ignore this girl. She was from a higher social caste than Albany, she was a Knight, one of the schools popular jocks, and Albany was urged to hate her. Not that the way Charlie had spoken to her helped in anyway. There wasn't anything that said that Charlie was trying to be rude, to an outsider she would just be trying to help. To Albany, it was the immediate thought that Charlie was being...what's the phrase? A female dog? Not that Albany herself wasn't one.
Clearing her throat, she moved to swing her locker door shut but stopped short. Ignore her, Albany. Do not engage. Albany wasn't one to listen to her inner thoughts, "I rather enjoy smelling like a lit joint," her tone was almost a sneer. She slammed her locker door shut, adjusting her bag over her shoulder, "But obviously you do not enjoy me smelling like a lit joint."
She ran a hand through her hair, sucking in a deep breath before continuing, "Perhaps if you didn't have your nose stuck in the damn ceiling you wouldn't mistake me smelling slightly like pot as me having a lit joint in my pocket. But then again, no one ever said that the jocks of this school were smart." Albany gripped her backpack tighter. Walk away Albany, you're getting worked up over literally nothing. Maybe Albany should start listening to her inner self more.
"Oh, my bad. Am I being rude? Sorry, please. Spray me with whatever scent you've deemed appropriate for school." She didn't sound genuinely apologetic. Maybe she wouldn't be listening to her inner self anytime soon. Albany was glaring at Charlotte now, her anger issues clearly beginning to get out of control. This year was not going to be a good one if it started out with her having a fit in the middle of the hall before the first bell even rang.
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 28, 2017 22:59:58 GMT -5
Tbh I love Albany already xD))
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Post by Lea on Dec 28, 2017 23:01:14 GMT -5
( thank you Salted Squid ♥ )
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 28, 2017 23:03:16 GMT -5
[ i'm CRYING charlotte is NOT here for this !!! get ready to get mc-dragged !! ]
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Post by . on Dec 28, 2017 23:03:28 GMT -5
(Hey guys! I've got a few things to do, but I'm home, so I'll get up starters for all three of my characters hopefully tonight. I'll for sure get at least one done tonight.)
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 28, 2017 23:15:46 GMT -5
charlotte “charlie” maisie keilani Charlotte didn’t take too kindly to rude people.
Granted, Charlie could be a rude person herself, but in this instance she had, very clearly, not truly meant any harm. Rather, she had meant a little humor to feel this girl out. Clearly, not a morning person. However, things only worsened from there, because Charlotte herself had a bit of a temper.
And it was sparking.
She listened, carefully, as the girl rambled on, keeping her face cautiously disinterested and bored. It seemed as if she were getting more bored by each passing second, which seemed impossible, because she already looked like she might fall asleep right there from lack of interest. However, the girl’s remark about her nose in the air sparked a glint in her eye that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than it was: anger. Pure, unbridled, and ready to lash.
So, when the girl was finished, she straightened herself, holding her chin up slightly and narrowing her eyes, dark and glinting like flint for sparking a fire. She glanced the girl up and down, pinning her as a rebel wannabe, then tilted her head, smirking slightly.
”You need to learn to drink coffee or something, that wasn’t meant to be rude. They’re cracking down on drugs this year, and your cheap perfume did nothing to mask it, if only to make the scent worse. I just figured you didn’t want to get busted this early, but you’re daddy’s little princess, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter to you, now does it?” she said. Again, monotone in a way that was infuriating, as she should have been sneering. But, Charlotte was good at indifference. It was…her so called “talent”, learned albeit, but present none-the-less.
”And hon, if I could shrink I would, but I happen to think it smells a little nicer up here, above your immature level,” she said, smirk edging wider and a sharper tone edging onto her words. Charlotte was just begging for a fight.
And then, she raised her hand, and squirted the perfume right in the girl’s face.
Charlie knew it was rude, and highly inappropriate, and slightly hypocritical of her considering how much disdain she held for rude people, but at this point, she simply didn’t care. She tossed the perfume back in her locker, shutting the door, and brushed past the shorter girl.
”See ya at the party Friday-or, rather, smell ya,” she said, complete monotone back and smirk gone, face once more void of emotion, despite the glint in her eyes. It was diminished, but still present. She knew fighting this early would look bad for colleges, especially it being her senior year. So, she adjusted her bag and began to move through the crowd, without glancing back.
She never looked back.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 28, 2017 23:18:50 GMT -5
[ can i just say i love albany and i hope she and charlotte end up friends because ?? could you imagine the damage ??? albany like sparking and charlotte just sitting there, calmly stewing while albany goes in for the offensive. frightening, tbh.
also your writing is ???? beautiful i love it. thank you. sorry charlie is actually a jerk. also, if you want them to continue fighting, i can change the ending slightly.
edit ;; also screw that guy, he doesn't deserve that cat. has he NEVER seen Bolt ?????? ]
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Post by Lea on Dec 28, 2017 23:22:28 GMT -5
[ can i just say i love albany and i hope she and charlotte end up friends because ?? could you imagine the damage ??? albany like sparking and charlotte just sitting there, calmly stewing while albany goes in for the offensive. frightening, tbh.
also your writing is ???? beautiful i love it. thank you. sorry charlie is actually a jerk. also, if you want them to continue fighting, i can change the ending slightly. ] ( thank you ! and that would be crazy: let's do it. how would they become friends though? imagine the social backlash! albany's an exild and charlotte is a knight! the scandal !! aw, thank you so much <33 I stress over my writing all the time I love how monotone charlie is. I feel like they could fight for maybe another response or two? I just don't want to end it so soon, the dynamic kills edit: I don't think he has! and like everyone in the apartment is against him getting the cat declawed but he's so dead set on it because he doesn't like getting scratched and he's worried about her tearing up the apartment )
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 28, 2017 23:36:04 GMT -5
[ !!! dude charlotte wouldn't care and would be like "this is my friend so deal with it" and everyone's like SCREAMING and charlotte DOESN'T CARE and neither does albany because wow a freind for the sweet, lonely gal my HEART is HERE FOR HER. <3
but it'S SO GOOD <3 WHY YOU STRESS i LOVE it. do you need me to edit or are you gonna bring them back together ??? the dynamic is KILLER and together it would be like DOUBLE DEATH.
shOW HIM omg he NEEDS TO SEE THE PAIN like rip dearest mittens bc that's a real thing. omg i wanna punch his stupid face. sorry id on't even know him buT HOW DARE HE ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Dec 28, 2017 23:40:40 GMT -5
[ i rlly should not have started working on somethin else before i started my reply ughghghgh ill have mine up when this thing is done ]
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