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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 12:56:52 GMT -5
Bryony;; { in the art room w/ Kahil & Mackenzie; TW for racial slurs } The Irish girl just scoffed at Kahil, giving him a glowering look, before inching closer to Mackenzie so that she could share something in confidence with her. "He's just a blanket a s s, don't mind his poor little feather." Bryony just rolled her eyes and adjusted the beanie that she wore over her hair to make it look like less of a mess.
[ ace said she's going to be replying in about 20 minutes ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 13:47:22 GMT -5
Mackenzie gave a thoughtful nod at her comment. "Oh, okay." She had to admit her use of racial slurs were somewhat humorous. Mackenzie would never admit it, but she did find some insensitive jokes funny. However, she always kept that on the down low. Mackenzie had to let a grin form on her lips, and was tempted to laugh but held it with what will power she had. Mackenzie turned her head to face Bryony, "Why's he so rude though? I picked up his stuff for him." Her brows knit together in thought and she bit her lip like how she normally does when she thought about things.
{Sorry, kind of short :/}
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Post by Ace on Jan 30, 2017 14:00:02 GMT -5
Kahil huffed in annoyance when the beads were transferred so quickly, he almost dropped them again. He slapped his firee hand over his occupied one and managed to salvage the situation. God, and he'd been doing so well. At least the feather wasn't broken, but he recognized that he should probably take a break. Or else the feather would definitely be broken. He barely paid any attention to the newcomer as he delicately brushed the heads off his palm and into their container. The pleasant click of wood meeting plastic made it easier to brush the entire ordeal off. For a solid twenty seconds. And then he was barked at. He stood up and the stool he'd been sitting on screeched across the floor. He didn't look back at her as he gathered his things. This obviously was no longer a nice, quiet place to procrastinate. "Don't worry about it, mumaxla." But then he heard some mumbled words and even if he had no idea what she said, or which one said it, god help him, he was about to have his first meltdown of the day. He whipped around and took an impulsive, threatening step forward, his leg colliding with the chair and sending it tipping. "You wanna speak up, b-tch?!"
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 14:11:31 GMT -5
Bryony;; { in the art room w/ Kahil and Mackenzie } Completely ignoring Kahil for the time being, Bryony just shrugged and shoved her hands into the pockets of her faded jeans. "I really don't know. I think he's got a hatchet up his a s s," she said with a small snicker before turning around. With seemingly malicious intent, she cocked her head at Kahil and pretended to weigh her options for a few moments. "No, I don't think I do. Goodbye."
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Post by Ace on Jan 30, 2017 14:25:21 GMT -5
TW;; Homophobic Slur
Kahil looked the girl over with no small amount of disgust, brow drawing close as he put the pieces together and wrapped his mind around what the actual hell was happening here. His lips parted in realization and he gave the most condescending **** of his head he could manage while still furious enough for his hands to shake. He folded his arms across his chest to keep them still. "Yeah, whatever, . You know she'd much rather f--- me than you." He shot the first girl a vicious smirk before giving a small wave of the feather and doing his best not to stomp as he made his way to the door.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 14:30:09 GMT -5
Bryony;; { in the art room w/ Kahil & Mackenzie; TW for homophobic slur } Bryony just laughed at the fact that he had called her a . She had been called that so many times since she had come out three years ago that it honestly didn't bother her. Raising an eyebrow, she turned back around to Mackenzie and moved her arms around so that they were now crossed. "I guess we'll see about that now, won't we?" she said slyly before walking away.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 30, 2017 14:32:09 GMT -5
I'm so sorry I haven't been around much, I haven't been feeling too well lately ))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 14:52:43 GMT -5
Mackenzie stumbled a couple steps back when Kahil knocked his chair over and immediately fell silent. She moved away from the both of them and found herself back by her desk, and ran her hand over her painting a few times. Mackenzie switched her focus as they spoke and made a disgusted face when Kahil made his sexual comment. She looked him up and down and shook her head, trying to forget his remark. Mackenzie would never do anything with anyone outside of marriage anyway. Her mother and father wouldn't want her to, and no matter how much she disagreed with her mother, she was right in her opinion about that. She was relieved when the two of them left, but the incident had left a bad taste in her mouth. And ruined the peaceful atmosphere. Perhaps it would be best if she just finished her project another time. Mackenzie let out a disappointed sigh and repacked her things. Now she had to make sure she could avoid Kahil on her walk back home. She didn't have her license yet, and her mother didn't want her driving until then. She left her painting with the teacher to lock up in a safe place. The teacher enjoyed having Mackenzie in class, and didn't mind if she left her works in progress here. Mackenzie promptly left the classroom with her things in hand, and her footsteps felt heavier than when she first came in.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 15:07:12 GMT -5
{ xσxσJα∂є, do you mind if Mackenzie has a crush on Logan?}
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 15:09:42 GMT -5
wait nvm I did link it okay so then I need to make an announcement, hold up
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 15:17:18 GMT -5
duwamish announcement it is important that members remember that we have a plotting page. the plotting page exists so that we do not clog up the main thread. it is linked on the front page for easy access.
members should also remember that this is a drama role-play and simple crushes or relationships are not drama. the moderators and I will place your characters into certain plots if you role-play too long without voluntarily placing them in one or more. plots can be original, come from tumblr, be book-inspired, it doesn't matter; just make sure you run it by one of the moderators or me before you start playing it.
the final thing is that trigger warnings must be placed in a post if necessary. if you would like to know what would need a trigger warning, please ask me or one of the moderators. it is unacceptable not to as it is stated in the rules and the content warning that you must. it is not fair to other members who need trigger warnings.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 30, 2017 15:27:10 GMT -5
duwamish announcement it is important that members remember that we have a plotting page. the plotting page exists so that we do not clog up the main thread. it is linked on the front page for easy access.
members should also remember that this is a drama role-play and simple crushes or relationships are not drama. the moderators and I will place your characters into certain plots if you role-play too long without voluntarily placing them in one or more. plots can be original, come from tumblr, be book-inspired, it doesn't matter; just make sure you run it by one of the moderators or me before you start playing it.
the final thing is that trigger warnings must be placed in a post if necessary. if you would like to know what would need a trigger warning, please ask me or one of the moderators. it is unacceptable not to as it is stated in the rules and the content warning that you must. it is not fair to other members who need trigger warnings. Can we post the ones from the planning page there too? Bc I still need someone to do my plot with haha))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 15:29:42 GMT -5
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Rainbow
ʟız
✿ spring has sprung ✿
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Post by ʟız on Jan 30, 2017 15:32:00 GMT -5
—Jason Travieso
Jason heavily weighed the books between him—The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra. Both of which on his classical literature list, both of which he knew he could read and enjoy. Bright eyes stared at both worn copies of the book in his hands, debating on taking both home. He twisted his head to the approaching footfalls of Eliza Marrin—she was a year below him grade-wise, her own eyes bright like his; however hers were likened to the falling snow of the north and his to ocean and sunny beaches of the south.
“Psst. Amiga.” He held up the two hardcover copies, eying her slightly, noting the ungodly amount of intelligence she seemed to hold, and counting the freckles across her cheeks—relating them to the constellations he only sees when beyond the city. “¿cuál libro? Which book? I have a book report to write. Not sure if I should go for venganza, revenge. Or sátira, satire.” Jason wiggled the books as he spoke of them.
Eliza looked over when she heard Spanish, the one subject she gave up. For her, she wanted to be different, and the teacher didn't do anything to interest her, so she took German instead(because I actually know how to speak most of it). Eliza looked at the books. "Well on those subjects, without the books, what is your view on them? It always matters before you start the actual project that you're comfortable with your decision. If not, you're not going to want to do the project." She said in a hushed tone for the library.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 30, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -5
Awesome, thanks! I don't wanna go to work though ugh
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 15:58:02 GMT -5
Sorry I won't be on today cause I'm in a hiking trip)
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 17:21:30 GMT -5
bump
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 17:40:49 GMT -5
tw: minor slur —Jason Travieso
He pondered on her words briefly, the gears in his head turning; Don Quixote was a book of imagery, chivalric romance, tilting at windmills, and the poor recruited farmer Sancho Panza. The Count of Monte Cristo had deep seated themes of hope, justice, vengeance, mercy, and forgiveness. Jason made up his mind, stacking the books carefully in his hand. “I’ll read Monte Cristo first,” Jason pondered. “Vengeance is an interesting concept, especially since Monte Cristo is of vigilantism and subsequent mercy. Si. Monte Cristo.”
Eyes lingered on her face, a wistful smirk on his lips as he drawls. “Gracias, Princesa.” Jason held out the hand not holding the library books. His smugness ever growing on his features, dark brow slanting upwards. “I’m Jason. Probably know me as the ‘scum of the south’, I prefer ‘occupational Duwamish disappointment’.”
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Post by Ace on Jan 30, 2017 19:38:21 GMT -5
What does that mean The prettiest flowers often get picked first. I need an explanation For this particular set of circumstances))
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Post by intentional on Jan 30, 2017 19:50:01 GMT -5
[ wOW these are short ; sorry ]Spencer Wrey;; He continued to wipe down the tables, and as he did so, he recognized River Talbot, a fellow senior, giving him a small wave of hello. His coworker took the senior's order as Spencer continued with busing tables. He didn't realize that he'd left Hartford and Nolwenn's table for last, and had the faintest of blushes on his pale cheeks as he approached their table.
His long fingers pointed to their mugs and plates. "Are you guys done? If you are, I can take it for you. Do you want me to wipe down your table?" He offered, as he held the rag and bottle in his hands.
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 20:40:55 GMT -5
Hola! I think I can rp for a bit)
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 20:41:53 GMT -5
{ xσxσJα∂є , do you mind if Mackenzie has a crush on Logan?} Sure, I don't mind)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 20:43:09 GMT -5
{Sorry, nevermind, I'm part of another plot having to do with Kahil... }
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 20:43:49 GMT -5
{Wait a minute...can we talk about this on the plot thread for a sec?}
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 22:10:12 GMT -5
Caroline stood leaned up against her locker, books in her arms, but eyes on her phone as she texted a friend, clearly not very concerned about being in class on time. She wore a light blue dress with a pair of black flats, her hair down in loose curls. There was hardly a day that Caroline showed her face in public, not looking presentable.
Christian was more than irritated with his younger sister, as he leaned up against his car, contemplating anything he could do to get her to be ready for school on time. He brooded against the driver side, brows arched in a frown and pink lips pouting. Sure, he wasn't the best student ever, but he preferred to do well on attendance. And to be on time when he knew there was a test. Ofcourse, staying on the football team was his incentive to keep up his grades and attendance. He glared furiously as his sister finally walked out the door, his blue gaze piercing into her.
"I can feel you burning holes into my soul. Could you maybe stop?"Tatum yawned softly, rubbing her brown eyes sleepily as she made her way to the passenger side of his Chevy Cruze. She ran a hand back through her dark hair, clutching a journal to her chest as she climbed into the car.
Christian muttered under his breath and climbed in, starting up the car and driving. "You know, you should care a little more about school."he muttered, glancing at her.
"I was up late doing an English assignment,"Tate passed him a blank look. "Why are you so worked up about being late, anyway? You don't like school that much do you?"she teased softly.
Christian snorted,"I have a AP test. And maybe you'd like school more if you had friends,"he shot back, smirking.
Tatum rolled her eyes,"just cause I don't have all of your friends, doesn't mean I don't have any at all,"she bit back, eliciting a small chuckle from her brother. The rest of the drive to school was mostly quiet, except for the sound of the radio.
Logan was at school, sitting in his history class. He leaned back in his chair, wearing his hoodie up and earphones in his ears. He sat with his eyes closed, intent on taking a nap before class started. And from what it looked like, he looked like he was asleep.
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 22:11:44 GMT -5
Holy mackerel that was longer than I intended. 0_0 this must be a good day. I'll just let everyone know that I'm not always this lengthy in posts. It's mostly cause I'm introducing my charries. I don't wanna let anyone down. I try to stay more than two sentence a reply)
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