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Post by intentional on Jan 28, 2017 13:55:19 GMT -5
coolio okok thank uu ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 14:49:02 GMT -5
bump
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 14:49:33 GMT -5
{Yo dawg}
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Post by Ace on Jan 28, 2017 14:54:22 GMT -5
Here~))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 14:56:26 GMT -5
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Post by Ace on Jan 28, 2017 15:15:16 GMT -5
How are you, pal))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 15:58:22 GMT -5
[ I'm sleeeeepy and hungry ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 16:02:10 GMT -5
{Same here. I'm starving...I'm craving meat or pasta}
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Post by Ace on Jan 28, 2017 16:08:41 GMT -5
I am a lowly vegetarian but yes agreed I could totally go for pasta rn <3))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 16:10:46 GMT -5
[ *tsks at the nasty vegetarian* I'm getting a meatball sub for dinner tonight ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 16:34:42 GMT -5
{Lucky. I just want almost anything safe for human consumption}
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 17:55:09 GMT -5
[ sorry for the poof! posting starters in a few ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 18:19:33 GMT -5
evening, after school Hartford { at The Dot Café with Nolwenn } Another extremely hard and taxing day, another dollar. Well, not for Hartford - not yet at least. For all of his pains at work, he was paid every two weeks. It gave him barely enough money to scrape by so anytime he was invited out by a person who said they were going to pay for him, he went. Tonight he was at one of the many coffeehouses in Seattle with a sophomore named Nolwenn. She was a nice enough girl with a relatively good head on her shoulders, and she definitely had more money than he did. Nolwenn had invited him out because they were in a Latin III class together and needed to get a translation done. However, that wasn't really what ended up happening. Instead they wound up talking about how Hartford looked like he could be a model - well, that was what she was talking about anyway.
Adrastos { in Duwamish } Practice, practice, practice - that was all Adrastos really did anymore. Even with his family-oriented mother pushing for him to be home more often, he never missed a scheduled practice and sometimes practiced by himself or with a few other members of the team. Most of the time he was alone, though, like tonight. The field had been completely empty and there weren't any late after-school activities going on so he just changed his clothes and went out to practice. By the time it was dark he was hot, even in the cold of late October, and sweating. There was good reason for that, too - he had practically torn three of the dummies to shreds. It was so easy to take out his frustrations and angers on them that he really couldn't help himself. And instead of cleaning them up, he just left them on the field for some lousy janitor to take care of. After showering and getting changed it was already getting late. By Adrastos's accounts, no one but him should have been in the school so he took his time walking out. It's not like he wanted to be home with his father and mother.
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Post by intentional on Jan 28, 2017 19:43:02 GMT -5
Spencer Wrey ;;
Right after school ended, Spencer immediately walked to the Dot Cafe for his shift. Although officially he started his shift at 4, he walked there, so by the time he arrived, it was almost four, which only gave him enough time to change into his work clothes and start taking and making orders. He sometimes saw his schoolmates come by either to hang out, get coffee, or on a date. Either way, it was nice to see them and if they recognized him, he’d wave a ‘hello’. Today, his aunt was able to pick up his younger siblings, so he was able to leave on time, instead of staying later to make up for the lost time it took to start his shift.
There was a lull in the cafe, thankfully, allowing Spencer for a brief break as he sat with a cup of water to the side, catching a breath. He’d been standing non-stop for at least two hours and his legs were killing him.
As he relaxed during his short break, he managed to recognize two of his schoolmates that were chatting away. One of them had a lot of tattoos — Hartford Smith, a junior— Spencer recognized, and he was with a girl — Nolwenn Boudreaux. They seemed busy, so he really didn’t want to interrupt — his break was about to be over soon, anyways.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 21:01:54 GMT -5
totally gonna have Hartford flirt from afar whenever i reply intentionalrobin it's okay! hope you feel better soon
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2017 21:09:45 GMT -5
—Jason Travieso
Seattle was a wasteland. When it wasn’t raining, it looked like it would rain. It never truly felt hot, even in the summer, and was ever colder in the later months—“tan fría como mi alma” Jason states blankly—huddled in a jacket, chapped lips pursed. An annoyed look crossing his features as the bitter cold wind slapped him in his face as though to say “f⬛k you, in particular, Jason Travieso” stopping said young man outside the Seattle Memorial Library.
Jason was several shades darker than most ‘northerners’, making him a little harder to see in the fading light and the casted shadows of the building if it weren’t for the dusty brown faux leather jacket he wears. He has a look his mother described once as “exotic”. His light eyes watched the interior of a café with insignificant interest, a grimace crossing his bored expression as more wind rushed onto his face, biting his skin.
He huffed, knowing full well that he had a book report due in two weeks, and he hadn’t chosen the book yet. Although Jason was planning on going to his usual ‘book report’ list and pile in his room, including titles like Pride and Prejudice, Lord of the Rings, and Hamlet—Jason always was looking for new reading materials to analyze the s⬛t out of and write snide comments on the analogies and symbolism the author hid within.
“Aw hell.” Another gust of wind, Jason dashed up the steps two at a time; entering the library with a sigh of relief. The warm air buffeted against him, instantly making the large, heavy jacket become overbearing against his lithe frame. Jason gave a slight wave to the librarian—Mrs. Cannavale, a sweetheart—before ascending the staircase towards the adult literature section, ocean eyes shining with a familiar sparkle from the warm-yellow lights above and adoration for the building itself.
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Post by intentional on Jan 28, 2017 21:16:29 GMT -5
lololol doesn't hartford have someone tho ?? hahahha #drama ]
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Post by Ace on Jan 28, 2017 21:55:50 GMT -5
Not yet he doesn't :') ))
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Post by shades on Jan 28, 2017 23:46:37 GMT -5
[ oh ho ho. I just watched Avengers Age of Ultron ]
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Post by intentional on Jan 29, 2017 1:37:06 GMT -5
hmmmmmm okok hahhaha oooooh tzip !!! is your name a direct reference to the biblical tzipporah? #sonofegypt lol ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 29, 2017 10:23:26 GMT -5
intentional hell yes it is. but I'm not Christian. actually, I don't follow any Abrahamic religion
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 11:19:56 GMT -5
{The Prince of Egypt was actually a really good movie
Anyone open?}
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 29, 2017 11:40:01 GMT -5
do you mean Prince of Egypt? I'll be home in a little while to put up more starters. You're welcome to post one now and I'll reply with whomever
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 11:46:34 GMT -5
{Yeah I meant Prince whoops, I was thinking of the movie the Son of God at the same time}
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 29, 2017 13:06:06 GMT -5
[ alright, I'm home now ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 29, 2017 13:16:28 GMT -5
Spencer Wrey ;;Right after school ended, Spencer immediately walked to the Dot Cafe for his shift. Although officially he started his shift at 4, he walked there, so by the time he arrived, it was almost four, which only gave him enough time to change into his work clothes and start taking and making orders. He sometimes saw his schoolmates come by either to hang out, get coffee, or on a date. Either way, it was nice to see them and if they recognized him, he’d wave a ‘hello’. Today, his aunt was able to pick up his younger siblings, so he was able to leave on time, instead of staying later to make up for the lost time it took to start his shift.
There was a lull in the cafe, thankfully, allowing Spencer for a brief break as he sat with a cup of water to the side, catching a breath. He’d been standing non-stop for at least two hours and his legs were killing him.
As he relaxed during his short break, he managed to recognize two of his schoolmates that were chatting away. One of them had a lot of tattoos — Hartford Smith, a junior— Spencer recognized, and he was with a girl — Nolwenn Boudreaux. They seemed busy, so he really didn’t want to interrupt — his break was about to be over soon, anyways. Hartford;; { at The Dot Café } Hartford was a bit infamous for not playing exclusively for either of the fields. His preference changed as much as his mood did and often had to do with what the person looked like. When he saw Spencer, a senior, from across the room he gave him a barely detectable, flirtatious smile and wave. Immediately Nolwenn noticed and turned around to see who it was. When she turned back around she giggled and the heavily-inked junior blushed a bit. "What? He's cute," he chuckled.
[ sorry it's short ): ]
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Post by shades on Jan 29, 2017 13:22:25 GMT -5
[ ugh. I woke up at noon o'clock and I have so much homework to do and I have chapter tonight. ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 29, 2017 13:23:40 GMT -5
yikes that's horrible. my county has a teacher workday tomorrow (': also can I pm you so that we can talk about Nocona's mental disorders and see if they're fitting o3o
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Post by shades on Jan 29, 2017 13:40:19 GMT -5
[ i have to find stamps and something to send to financial aid so I have to ask my friend for a letter and stamp. And sure! I'm not even near my Psy.D. or anything but I have all my texts still so I can help with anything on mental illness. ]
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