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Post by shades on Jul 1, 2020 21:15:50 GMT -5
hello. Yes. I am creating a roleplay here. Its a power/mutation roleplay with a gang plot. Anyone interested may join the thread.
To Add:
Regular People:
Empty Suit; a person who wants to be noticed but has nothing to offer in return.
Feel the Heat; this person is a Journalism major who is looking for information on the Red Kings.
Counterfeit Cafone; this person has a fake personality.
Booster Bro; a simple thief.
Babbo Bio Babie; an innocent character who is getting duped by a Red King character.
Lie Low Lam; this person left the Red Kings on bad terms and is currently in hiding from them.
The Mock Execution; this person is being intimidated by the Red Kings.
Spring Cleaner; this person helps severely mutated Biohazard Babies hide from society and the Red Kings.
Mercy Room Managers; two NPC characters who works in the Truesdell General Hospital. (Joya Doll and Nicholas Blakesley)
Red Kings:
Leader: Malcolm Dexter
Zone 1: Kalen Lonnegan
The Gaff-er; this person is a swindler and cheater. Right-hand to Kalen.
Slum Star; this person is a local of Derby who grew up inner-city and knows a lot about the city.
Zone 2: Damica Puckett
Through the Mouth; the Red King's messenger NPC (Bennin Maser)
Eat Alone; a greedy person who wants to become in charge of Zone 2.
Zone 3: Underboss (can be claimed)
Underboss; a Zone Leader.
Off the Record; a NPC character who participates in activities not sanctioned by the Red Kings. (Evensong Cornerstone)
Given Respect; a mainly feared NPC character who usually bodyguards the Underboss (name unknown, only known as Free Style)
Zone 4: Made Man (Branthan "Quick Draw" Lawther)
Made Man; this person is an NPC who is dating Malcolm Dexter's daughter.
Pinched In; this person is a lowly foot soldier in the Red Kings but is trying to gain dirt for the law enforcement.
Head Hunter; an unknown hired mercenary NPC
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Post by shades on Jul 2, 2020 20:15:05 GMT -5
hey Glow! I made this rp a while back but now I'm just reediting it and working on it again.
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Post by shades on Jul 3, 2020 8:30:49 GMT -5
Derby, Kansas
Nobody moves to Derby, Kansas for the virtues of Derby, Kansas. If you had, you probably would’ve been gone within a year, because there weren’t a lot of them. Although there wasn’t a lot of Derby, geographically speaking. Maybe it was proportional.
The little city itself was see-through—stand by the city limit, look down Main Street at the other end. The buildings around the city were tall, faded, and made of bricks and little glass. They provided shade when it was hot, and nooks and crannies for the teenagers and young adults to get into trouble. It was a city, after all’ however it was clustered in so much square miles of actual city, it was hard to navigate beyond Main Street. Everyone knew everyone else, at least coincidentally and through rumors. When there was only a few main brand stores, restaurants, and many locally owned shops, and one school for the city kids, apparently you got a little cozy. The most notable attraction to Derby, Kansas was the college on the edge of the city—Truesdell University—that brought local and non-local students to the center of the city.
Say what you want about Derby’s scant size, eclectic infrastructure, and diminutive yet disturbingly intense gang climate. There was a lot to see of Derby, Kansas within the shadows of the sun. Truesdell University Truesdell University is like a prison disguised as a Liberal Arts college; it’s layout is many buildings that have to be meticulousy upkept to pass inspection and look almost archaic with their interiors. The dorms are co-ed with a shared bathroom. The student body tries to liven up the hallways and classrooms despite its cell-block-like nature. For example, the gym and physical education building: inside the first thing you notice when walking up the stairs is how bare the walls are, a plain baby powder blue and bare. The lockers to deposit items were gray and squeaked, echoing in the empty hallways from the renovated former middle school. The fresh fish and sophomores spent a majority of their day on the first floor, where the gym and pool and sparse classrooms were also located. The juniors and seniors spent their imprisonment upstairs, with the higher-tech machines and certain medical equipment for PT majors. The track just outside is run-down and on a slight slant; one courtyard is next to it and accessible for students to eat meals and take breaks. The other courtyard has been made into a garden, with little artistic touches all around.
Of course, that’s just what the website wants the school to be like: the most advancing school in the area, and best education they can offer.
Tough shit. Truesdell University is incarceration before (pardon the pun) true adulthood.
First, don’t go into the largest building in the center of campus if you value your morality and possibly life; it is like a modified dungeon with a chill in the air from the leaks in the window panes and the cement walls. Blue was a common theme, but the lights never work so it always looks dark. This building held the most majors: the ones that do not need the fancy equipment. You have your English, History, Anthropology, Sociology, Criminal Justice and General Education classrooms here. This is also where the ‘tough guys and gals hang’; aka the gangstas and your local everyday thug looking outcast. Don’t get it wrong, some of them are nice; but you’ll most likely find yourself sitting next to a drug deal or them talking about the Red Kings and shit.
Watch out for that one hallway in the STEM building; the one next to the Chemisty Lab. The camera’s are faulty. They say all the time ‘well the angle was off so we couldn’t see—blah blah blah ha’, the camera is dead and Truesdell staff don’t care. So watch your back there.
Then definitely; do not piss off Professor Kerrwood. First of all, that man has been teaching here for centuries. Don’t let his looks fool you. His class is dull and puts any right-minded student to sleep, and the moment you nod your head you’re slapped with a snarky comment about your value to education. Unfortunately, Professor Kerrwood teaches a lot of Gen Eds.
If you’re willing to tolerate this madness. We got jocks, culties, and those outcasts; civil and beat-the-shit-out-of-each-other rivalries. Come on in. Truesdell University is always looking for fresh meat for the slaughter.
Local Hang Outs There are many places for your average adult to hang out in Derby, Kansas. Derby, like many other cities, hosts many indoor restaurants, cafes, and local places. Anyone could be found anywhere; however, many Truesdell University have places where they end up habitually to the point of routine (due to student discounts or general social herding habits, up to you). And these are notable for mention.
McDonalds was, first and foremost, a pick up and take out joint. That being said, at some point between the mid-seventies and present day, some enterprising, charismatic individual had convinced the proprietor to add a pair of rickety tables and some loosely grouped matching lawn chairs to the limited space inside and outside. Most teenagers preferred the exterior, honestly—the air was thick and rich with the smell of cooking meat and fries, with a weird undercurrent you could only describe as Derby restaurant smell. Maybe it was unresolved romantic tension, or something.
The local adults-former-teenagers prefer to spend their times on the lawn and parking lot of McDonald’s; it was located in a nook of the city, right near the school on the opposite side of Main Street, and provided excellent shade with the few trees growing freely in the city limit, and too much parking space for a lot that was mostly empty. It was one of the safe zones in most of the Derby teenagers life, a place where things were largely unchanging, where they could return have their expectations met. Students from groups meet up there at different times, only dispersing when a police car drove by looking for suspicious activity to fill their quota.
The park was another local hang out of familiarity; the playground structure was old and rickety, and no parent should let their child grab ahold of the rust of the monkey bars. Most kids wound up at Sanders Sides park at some point in their life. During the day it’s open to play, at night you’ll often see the burning lights of a cigarette or joint; and hear the hushed whispers of Derby gossip from the older residents, sitting in precarious areas of the playground structure far above the ground. Forgotten ashes and buds falling into the dirt below.
And finally, The Sloppy Duck was the bar to be. If you like standing outside a crowded bar, smoking, talking, and then flicking your ashes away before crushing the butt beneath your toe before returning to the chaotic writhing sweaty mess inside: be my guest. However, The Sloppy Duck is the most bustling bar nearest the edge of town. Then there is the Crown && Crow settled near the middle of the city with the entrance starting in the shaded slley a few blocks off Main Street. It is said that Malcolm Dexter and his crew frequent that bar; it had low yellow lights and limited space in the front. A sports game would play on the television, but nobody went to Crown && Crow for the games. The bartender, Jibreel (or Jib for short) was a leary-eyed man with a fading sleeve and notable knuckle tattoos that spell “Game Over” when put together. He never threw any patrons out, however, he always had a wave of secrecy when directing certain patrons to the back of his bar. The Red Kings Malcolm Dexter owns a city that he painted red; the Red Kings are a gang of rather dangerous residents of Derby, Kansas who predominantly reside on the east side of Derby. There are Red Kings that are dangerous criminals, however, there are just petty thieves and drug dealers among them who simply stir up public trouble in the Red Kings name, and recruit teenagers and young adults to learn their ways; their jackets flash a deep blood red—and some members yield a red spade tattooed into their wrist as a right of seniority.
Everyone knows of the Red Kings in Derby, Kansas. If not for the sketchy atmosphere, the graffiti displays their name from under bridges and in the depths of back lot alley’s up and down the city. Anyone with the right morals and sensibility would know to stay away from them; they were shielded and possessive of their turf, very rarely took well to just anyone trying to join (you had to be friend of a friend of a friend, at least), and there was always a scheme behind their events.
It didn’t mean no one showed up to their events; in fact, most of Truesdell University shows up if the gossip is thriving; and many Red Kings members are young enough to spread the news in the most logical fashion: text messages. The students of Derby and Truesdell are impressionable, their boring city livens up when one thing happens: a fight, murder, community center events, new hang out places, and Red King parties. It’s the talk of the crowd—and they sure do know how to bring a crowd in. Red King events mostly seclude themselves outside of Derby, Kansas; just off the interstate in abandoned stores, gas stations, and factories that have longed shut down when Derby went from the empire of factories to nothing—now all the jobs lay in Wichita, Kansas just 10 minutes away.
The gang members themselves mostly inhabit the condemned parking garage just off of main street next to the general hospital during the day and the Crown && Crow at night. A new parking garage had been built, but because of the layout of Derby, it was impossible to tear down the old one. Meetings and news spreads through the ranks of members as they pass each other in the garage or in the privacy of their own home; many members live in dilapidated, out-of-date Derby, Kansas apartment buildings near the east side outskirts of the city.
Malcolm Dexter, the most truly mad man of the Red Kings lives in his own with the privacy of only a few of his high ranking members knowing his location. Dexter barely submerges from the shadows to lead the Red Kings; the last time he appeared at an event had been the DEFCON 1 beginning of the school year party thrown at the old Derby Plastics Factory a mile out of the city.
Biohazard Babies That’s what they called them after DEFCON 1, and the subsequent ‘incident’ that happened that night, shaking Derby, Kansas to its very core. The parents were outraged calling from all over into Truesdell, the hospital was flooded with young adults, occasional teenager, and even those older and with a rather shakey reputation had filed through the doors of Derby General due to exposure to toxic waste and biohazardous air. People sobbed, some seethed and went after anyone who looked mildly gang orientated, the hospital was in chaos. It stayed that way for a long while, and anyone who wasn’t injured beyond a cut on their knee now protected by a Batman band-aid were cleared to go home.
The city of Derby was on national headlines. Local news gave reports and how-tos for exposure and possible volatile signs to radiation. Children, the parents said in despair at a local PTA and city council forums, influencable young adults (their children) were exposed because of the Red Kings and Malcolm Dexter.
Malcolm Dexter continues to have a wanted poster in the police station office. Rumor has it, he’s also on the FBI most wanted.
After DEFCON 1, clinics and doctors offices surged with exams and vaccinations. Anything to keep their kids safe, they said. Some left Truesdell University all together. A few oddball cases popped up here and there; blindness due to the gas, sore throats, flus, chicken pox and measles; everything was blamed on the Derby Plastics Factory explosion, but eventually the city quieted down; thinking their students were okay for the most part. They could go back to normal.
Oh how very wrong our parents are.
Some of us, Biohazard Babies; we aren’t sure what is happening to us. We became likened to the comics you see in the bookstore: with over-priced tags and a dying reader-base, something people rarely want anymore. Some of friends go to each other in confidence, showing us the flames that lick their finger-tips harmlessly. Or a patch of skin that turned into scales. We’ve became unusual, mutants that hide away in the shadows while our families think “safe for now”. Not all of us had this happen, not everyone at DEFCON 1 became freaks; many of the students of Truesdell remain unaffected with bright smiles and openness to who they are. Or at least, they seem that way.
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Post by shades on Jul 3, 2020 16:42:26 GMT -5
The Gang
Living Large
the money maker □ mutated □ abilities
Am I singing “money money money” in the street like I just got paid? Yes. Am I ashamed? Absolutely not.
The passion of acquiring riches in order to support a vain expense corrupts the purest souls; once a person so down to earth, now I'm a monster in a human skin. I acquire anything and everything by abusing their newfound abilities.
Out Of The Box the former gangsta
mutated □ abilities □
I needed a gangsta to love me better than all the others do.
I was a badass. They say, once a Red King always a Red King; to die or die with them. It’s a breath of fresh air to not be able to go back, to stop gathering charges. I got secrets, that nobody knows. Empty Suit
a wannabe □ mutated □ abilities
‘So, do it. Decide.’/ ‘is this the life you want to live?’/ ‘is this the person you want to love?’/ ‘is this the best you can do?’ / ‘can you be stronger?’/ ‘kinder? more compassionate?’/ ‘Decide.’/ ‘breath in. breath out.’/ ‘and Decide.’
Everyone’s a gangster till a gangster walks in the room.
West Side the east side's rival mutated □
abilities □
Ice and Fire; Earth and Sky; rivals since the beginning of time; one lives on the west side and the other the east.
Rivalries and enemies exist very much on an emotional field. Watch out for mind games and manipulation. Enemies feel threatened by your emotional security, nurturing, kindness, and depth. East Side
the west side's rival
□ mutated □ abilities
Ice and Fire; Earth and Sky; rivals since the beginning of time; one lives on the west side and the other the east.
It always seems to be past lovers and friends who turn into enemies. Triggers involve good feelings turning sour, taking advantage of you, or jadedness.
Yardbird the classmate mutated □ abilities □
Let’s compare school to a prison: you sit there all day, stare at concrete walls, and are dictated by people who abuse their power. Change my mind.
Just a classmate caught in the crossfire. Not sure what to do, how to identify; oh shit did that just happen. The most conflicted and trying to find their place in the world; occupation: college student. Five-O
the vigilante
□ mutated □ abilities
With great power comes great responsibility; my parents would say that, even though I learned it was a quote from Spider-Man. Being a cop runs in the family, I want justice for what happened.
It’s hard to understand my motivations, why I tackle the law in the way I do and it may be hard to disagree with the actions I take. It’s easy to ridicule the idea of someone dressing up in a costume and going out to beat up criminals at night. But I do, because it’s what I believe is right. Main Man the vigilante's best friend
mutated □ abilities □
I’m not a sidekick. I’m not even sure if I can even perform a sidekick. I’m just the best friend that tells them not to make stupid decisions, and says I told you so when they get hurt.
We’ve known each other since grade school; every superhero needs a sidekick they say. But how about a friend? Sweet Bad the smartest kid in school □ mutated □ abilities
Groups of clever and intelligent people are capable of really stupid ideas; that’s why I’m generally alone.
Humans are Weird. Exceptional humans, however, make the regular humans seem almost tame in comparison. I’m smart about a wide variety of things, which may result in trivial and miscellaneous knowledge. I bare my intelligence for all to see; it’s something even strangers may notice. Kick Back go-with-the-flow mutated □
abilities □
Legends won’t let us down. Legends is on our side. Without pain, how can one know joy?
Breath. Lay down. Relax. Pushing yourself too hard. I deserve a break from this bull called life; first school, an explosion, and now my body is doing...what? Dawg everyone's friend □ mutated □ abilities
I’m the type of friend that….
I’m a stereotype. The everyman. The person all my classmates can get along with. Default setting. And here I am. Because I care. Honestly. Openly. And I will be your friend. Pretend it’s normal. Mugshot the most mutated mutated ✗ abilities □
Ugly but honest.
I feel so weird in my own skin nowadays. I guess it’s the side-effect; but why do others have that I have? Do others hide their tails, fins, scales, horns, and gills? Am I alone?
Kill That Noise the least chatty □ mutated □ abilities
Hello friend! How was your day today? What did you do today? My day was pretty good. A bit tired though, don’t mind me I like a little background noise. (:
“...”
Rudeboy the badboy mutated □
abilities □
Blunt passing. Music blasting; driving fast. Listening to rock music, chain-smoking one slightly crumpled Marlboro after the other, drinking Mountain Dew. I’m toxic, just one sip; poison, just one touch. And deadly.
I’m the type of person your parents whisper about between the church pews; I’m going to hell, they say. The type of person that is dubbed the outcast, side-eyed by authoritative figures all damn day because of the ripped jeans and black and white clothing. But do they really know who I am?
Feel The Heat
the journalist □ mutated □ abilities
You are an explorer. Your mission is to document and observe the world around you as if you’ve never seen it before. Take notes. Collect things you find on your travels. Document your findings. Notice patterns. Copy. Trace. Focus on one thing at a time. Record what you are drawn to.
Figure out that kidnapping journalists is immoral! And detrimental to the free press! And cliché!
Counterfeit Cafone the fake
mutated □ abilities □
I feel like we maintain our honest selves in front of the camera. But in the end someone will say that we’re fake. “Oh, you’re so good at talking,” as if we’re just talented speakers and that some of the things we say might not reflect how we actually feel; that it’s all a huge act. It is though. I’m afraid to show who I truly am.
Sometimes it’s not the people who change, it’s the mask that falls off.
Booster Bro
the thief □ mutated □ abilities
If you forgive the fox for stealing your chickens, he will take your sheep.
Life robs you sometimes. You have to rob it back.
Babbo Bio Babie the swindled
mutated □ abilities □
I was astounded how he twisted facts and half-truths to serve his agenda. And I was humiliated that he did much of it right under my nose.
I’m the unintentional bad guy.
Lie Low Lam
the one in hiding □ mutated □ abilities
‘It’s just hide and seek.’/ ‘i slipped away’ / ‘now you’ll spend your whole life searching’
Knocking heads. Laying low.
The Mock Execution the one being intimidated
mutated □ abilities □
Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine.
How intimidating you are based on your Zodiac Sign: you’re not. Are you being intimidated? Yes.
Spring Cleaner
a savior □ mutated □ abilities
I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I cannot feel it.
Helping others never killed anyone. Mercy Room Managers a pair of nurses
Joya Doll . . . . . . . ✗ NPC Nicholas Blakesley . . . . . . . ✗ NPC
It’s heartache and tears. It’s thankless patients and overbearing administration. It’s working long shifts on tired feet. But it’s also rewarding. We are protectors, the guardians and the lifesavers. The true salt of the earth. We enhance and give meaning to existence.
Helping people at their most vulnerable time is a privilege.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 4, 2020 11:45:45 GMT -5
hi :)
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Post by shades on Jul 4, 2020 21:07:56 GMT -5
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 5, 2020 17:24:18 GMT -5
The Red Kings
ooooweee it's the evil mafia murder people Malcom Dexter
the leader □ mutated □ abilities
xxx
ZONE 1 Kalen Lonnegan the leader of zone 1
mutated □ abilities □
xxx The Gaff-er second-in-charge swindler □ mutated □ abilities
xxx
Slum Star the local mutated □
abilities □
this person is a local of Derby who grew up inner-city and knows a lot about the city.
ZONE 2 Damica Puckett zone 2 leader
□ mutated □ abilities
xxx
Through the Mouth The Red King's messenger mutated □ abilities □
Bennin Maser is... Eat Alone xxx □ mutated □ abilities
A greedy person who wants to become in charge of Zone 2
ZONE 3 Underboss the leader of zone 3
mutated □ abilities □
xxx Off the Record xxx □ mutated □ abilities
Evensong Cornerstone is a NPC character who participates in activities not sanctioned by the Red Kings.
Given Respect oh shit mutated □
abilities □
A mainly feared NPC character who usually bodyguards the Underboss ZONE 4 Made Man Leader of Zone 4 □ mutated □ abilities
Branthan "Quick Draw" Lawther is dating Malcom Dexter's daughter (eek - Briar, 2020) Pinched In xxx mutated ✗ abilities □
This person is a lowly foot soldier in the Red Kings but is trying to gain dirt for the law enforcement.
Head Hunter they hunt heads! □ mutated □ abilities
an unknown hired mercenary NPC [shades, i want him]
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Post by shades on Jul 7, 2020 18:23:45 GMT -5
The Red Kings
Capo Dei Capi
the Boss of all the Bosses
Malcolm Dexter . . . . . . . ✗ NPC
□ mutated □ abilities
Never tell anyone outside the family what you’re thinking.
Why should I be afraid now? Strange men have come to kill me since I was twelve years old.
ZONE 1 The Don the leader of zone 1
Kalen Lonnegan . . . . . . . ✗ bio.
mutated □ abilities □
Only those who went hungry with me and stood by me when I went through a bad time at some point in life will eat at my table too.
God have mercy on my enemies, because I won’t.
The Gaff-er second-in-charge swindler □ mutated □ abilities
i never play poker./ it’s too dangerous./ i only gamble with my life.
if you were riding with me when i had nothing, i’ll make sure you’re with me when i’ll get everything
Slum Star the local mutated □
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I have learned more in the streets than in any classroom.
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip-hop and you don’t stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat.
Com On Son the son □ mutated □ abilities
There is no shame in fear, my father told me. What matters is how we face it.
Sometimes you put walls up. Not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
ZONE 2 Fuggedaboutit zone 2 leader
Damica Puckett . . . . . . . ✗ NPC
□ mutated □ abilities
Good girls are made of sugar and spice...But me and my girls are made of whiskey and ice.
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Through the Mouth the Red King's messenger
Bennin Maser . . . . . . . ✗ NPC
mutated □
abilities □
open your eyes, messenger. open your heart and the let the tides of feelings wash over you.
Gonna start humorously summarizing the evil plots. Eat Alone the greedy one
□ mutated □ abilities
The leech has two daughters. “Give! Give!” they cry. There are three things that are never satisfied, four that never say, Enough! The grave. The barren womb. Land, which is never satisfied with water. And fire, which never says, Enough!
Our mind is greedy. It is always after some gain, some profit, some achievement. It goes on asking: ‘what will I gain if?’
ZONE 3 Underboss the leader of zone 3
mutated □ abilities □
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Off the Record the unsanctioned one
Eversong Cornerstone . . . . . . . ✗ NPC
□ mutated □ abilities
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Given Respect oh shit
“Free Style” . . . . . . . ✗ NPC
mutated □
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The goal isn’t to be liked. It’s to be respected.
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ZONE 4 Made Man the leader of Zone 4
Branthan “Quick Draw” Law . . . . . . . ✗ NPC
□ mutated □ abilities
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Pinched In the rat mutated □ abilities □
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Head Hunter they hunt heads! “Janus” . . . . . . . ✗ ???
□ mutated □ abilities
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Post by shades on Jul 7, 2020 18:30:12 GMT -5
sorry Briar. I had to fix some things. lol
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 7, 2020 23:25:52 GMT -5
oh no sorries! i just threw the basic codin up <3
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 8, 2020 13:55:19 GMT -5
CHARACTER NAME archetype | power [if applicable]
► physical description && personality
► description of their power [if applicable]
► history && other information ☣
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Post by shades on Jul 8, 2020 14:51:41 GMT -5
Jeff Goldblum is my favorite
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 8, 2020 20:12:48 GMT -5
character saveeeeee~ NIA DAHLANDER-DEWITT spring cleaner | n/a
► physical description && personality
► description of their power [if applicable]
► history && other information ☣ MILO DALOVICH yardbird | medium ("i see dead people")
► physical description && personality
► description of their power [if applicable]
► history && other information ☣ JADE AZOULAI local plant nursery owner
► physical description && personality
► description of their power [if applicable]
► normie character. he sells succulents! ☣
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Post by shades on Jul 9, 2020 8:51:49 GMT -5
Save for my characters
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Post by shades on Jul 12, 2020 21:17:02 GMT -5
Sorry this is taking forever. I work a lot.
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