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Post by rose on Aug 28, 2016 8:22:13 GMT -5
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Post by Lórien on Aug 28, 2016 8:22:34 GMT -5
(So, you wanna RP?)
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Post by rose on Aug 28, 2016 15:37:07 GMT -5
(Sure)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 28, 2016 15:38:35 GMT -5
( Yay! You wanna start or should I? And urgh, Eight is getting on my nerves.
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Post by rose on Aug 28, 2016 15:41:42 GMT -5
(Can you start? And to the Eight thing: I saw those posts. All I have to say is ...)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 28, 2016 15:53:52 GMT -5
Okay I will. And yah, I thought Eight was more... mature than that... And honestly, if he thought I was lying that should've been taken care of over PM.)
Brook blinked open her eyes, her hand automatically trailing down to her wound. She was in a room that she didn't recognizance, and she let out a gasp when her hand felt her wound. There was no longer blood spilling down her side, but there was clean stitches running through her wounds. She looked at her surroundings again, but she still didn't realize where she was. "W-where I'm I?" She asked, covering her mouth in shock. I'm still alive, right?
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Post by Lórien on Sept 4, 2016 12:24:46 GMT -5
Want to RP?
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Post by rose on Sept 21, 2016 13:24:25 GMT -5
Hello!)
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Post by Lórien on Sept 21, 2016 13:30:31 GMT -5
(Hi! ^.^)
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Post by rose on Sept 21, 2016 13:31:35 GMT -5
(I guess we should do a major time-skip when Brooke is all healed up and Beth still has a slight grudge on her for not telling her?))
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Post by Lórien on Sept 21, 2016 13:32:39 GMT -5
(Sure! Can you start us off please?)
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Post by rose on Sept 21, 2016 13:36:38 GMT -5
Bethany sat in her cottage, leaned back against a dark purple armchair. Her long brown locks were falling droopily at her waist, as if she hadn't been taking care of herself for days. She had, but very lightly. What was the point if she no longer had a trustworthy friend? However, her past experience with Brooke and the two werewolves had made her realize the pain that Brooke herself was in. But, Beth kept to the thought that was just because a werewolf had almost eaten her alive.
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Post by Lórien on Sept 21, 2016 13:45:51 GMT -5
Brooke turned her eyes to Beth, studying her as she gazed into the distance. Shes never going to really forgive me, isn't she? She'll never believe be when I say I didn't know... Brooke twirled her hair in her fingers, unsure of what to do. They had sat in this silence for a while now, and it was... odd. Normally they laughed together, joked with each other. Now it was just dead silence.
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