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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 4, 2017 19:58:13 GMT -5
(CrestHunter-Cya later Bloodrose- You can do which ever you want)
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 20:00:41 GMT -5
sorry,all my charries are occupied >.< )
and,ok,I was confused for a moment till I looked at your blog (and followed ;3 ) Let me know if you ever want to do a trade sometime,lol, my tumblr is awkwardninjakitty,and is a big jumble of randomness,lol)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:00:55 GMT -5
((Cain is defo open then it's up to you which one you want ahaha))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:01:48 GMT -5
((Thankyou plague xx I've followed back))
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 4, 2017 20:08:07 GMT -5
(How about Aila. I am ready to roleplay! *falls over*)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:11:03 GMT -5
((Sure. Her starter is a few posts back))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:11:20 GMT -5
Cain released a soft sigh and reclined further into his beanbags. Upon entering the lounge, he'd immediately grabbed three beanbags, dragged them into an isolated corner, and made himself a nest, before tucking himself down like a fox into her burrow. He'd left his hair down that day- the soft, silky white locks hanging to his waist in length and framing his face, a few strands fallen over it from looking down at his book; he was reading up on ice-skating techniques to further improve. He'd fallen in love with modern street style whilst he was away from his responsibilities as Crown Prince, and today was wearing a grey crop-top with angel wings on the front- the short shirt made his angel-wing tattooes clear to see on his back- and black skinny jeans. He glanced up as he stretched to examine the lounge- Cain preferred to people-watch than people-talk- to see who was there, and comforted that everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, returned to his book, snuggling further into his nest. ((I'd prefer to rp with Cain rn but I'll throw up an Aila post as well in case anyone wants to grab her )) --- Aila silently scrubbed out her recent line she'd made in her sketchbook, frowning deeply with frustration at the fact she couldn't seem to get that one thing right in her drawing. To ease her frustration she looked out at the garden from the art room, tapping her pencil against the desk. She took in the gentle and warm scenery and slowly calmed herself down, relaxed at the beautiful sight, before she returned to her drawing.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 4, 2017 20:18:50 GMT -5
Fiona hopped into the oom, and saw another girl. Being her normal non-royal like self even though she was a princess, she said, "Hi!" three seconds after she got into the room before the girl even noticed her.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:21:31 GMT -5
Aila jumped, and in doing so, her pencil slipped and created yet another ugly line. Narrowing her eyes with frustration, she looked up and glared furiously at the girl whom had burst into the room. 'Do you mind?' She said. 'This is the art room. You know- quiet?' She scrubbed out the line and put down the sketch pad, sighing, now completely put off the damn drawing and too annoyed to go back to it. She raised her gaze to the girl again and curiously examined her, eyes sliding slowly over her form. 'Who're you again?'
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 20:24:17 GMT -5
Well,I scanned that newer picture of August I just finished ) August Gale
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:25:54 GMT -5
((There's some nice improvement there plague! ^.^))
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 20:28:07 GMT -5
thanks rose ;3 ) so bored....hmmm,and all my characters are stuck...thats fun >.< )
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 4, 2017 20:32:23 GMT -5
(I know right. It stinks when all your characetrs are stuck :T But weren't you in an rp with me as the stablehand? You could get break up that rp and use her for something else; I won't mind )
Fiona ignored the glare the girl gave her; she was used to getting yelled at by her parents, it didn't really affect her any more. "I'm Fiona Emilia Azalli! Fiona for short. Who are you?"
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:35:14 GMT -5
Aila shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of what to make of this girl. Her family was relitively quiet- her mother sweet and soft, her father an aura of power, yet loving beneath- her brother, introverted, and she herself struggled to make friends due to her antisocial attitude and anger problems. 'Aila,' was all she responded with, looking away and back at her drawing, not feeling like giving the girl her full name. 'Why are you in the art classroom?' She asked.
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 20:37:19 GMT -5
ooh yeah! getting forgetful,heh,so you're saying you don't want to continue that rp?)
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 4, 2017 20:46:50 GMT -5
(If you want to free a character, you can use that one. Its your choice if you want to continue or not, cuz I really don't know)
Fiona finally looked around. Ah. This was art. "Oh! Right! Someone sent me here to calm me down, thinking the view may help. Everyones always telling me to calm down. It doesn't really bother me any more." (SHES THE FIRST CHARACTER I'VE HAD THATS SO HYPER XD)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:49:12 GMT -5
((Forgot to tack onto Aila's 'other' portion of the form that she has ADHD as well, Crest. 3: ))
'Well sit down then.' Aila said, sounding as frustrated as she looked. 'The view is there. Look at it. Be calm.' She closed her sketchbook and gathered her pencils to start sharpening them, frowning now with concentration.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:50:12 GMT -5
((Also apology in advance for Aila's attitude. She's a b**ch to put it plainly and if it annoys y'all I'm sorry ahaha. She's the polar opposite of her twin))
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 20:51:14 GMT -5
well,I dont know now...ah,if there was someone else with a free character,then I would say I'd like to have a free character,but I dont know if that is the case)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 20:52:43 GMT -5
((I have Cain in the lounge, Plague))
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 4, 2017 20:56:35 GMT -5
This is getting confusing xD) (Bloodrose- Lol I have some characters in other rps that have bad attitudes that yet to come out xD) Fiona sat down and looked out the window. She wouldn't admit this, but it just made her restless. She grabbed a paperclip to fidget with so she didn't go about yelling again.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Feb 4, 2017 20:57:03 GMT -5
OOC Sorry for my poof, I'm back now.
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 20:59:42 GMT -5
welcome back S'more ;3 )
ok Rose, then I guess Akira's open now,heh)
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Feb 4, 2017 21:00:42 GMT -5
(Hi S'more!)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 21:03:06 GMT -5
'You need a stim.' Aila said after a while, dating at the girls fidgeting with vague annoyance. 'Shaking around and fiddling with objects that can hurt you are just going to get on everyone's nerves. Try breathing to calm down, and focus on the warmth of the silence. Of the birds. The rustle of the leaves. Or, even better, grab a pencil and some paper and use the art room for what it's here for.' She finished with a dry tone, looking away from her to continue sharpening her supplies.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 4, 2017 21:04:21 GMT -5
((I feel bad but I'm gonna go to sleep now, it's 2AM lol. If you want to rp with Cain, Plague, I'll get a reply up in the morning. If you want to keep them free that's fine too))
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Post by πβππ π£π on Feb 4, 2017 21:08:45 GMT -5
"Oh,no,he's just over there."Arlo responded,and pointed through the garden past its furthest gate at the enormous stables that rested on the outskirts of the campus."Come on."He added happily as he led the way through the garden,examining the plants as he did so.He enjoyed flowers and plants,there were so many varieties and he always enjoyed seeing ones he wasn't familiar with.He noted some just like that as he walked,looking back at Kuro every so often as they walked out of the garden towards the stables. OOC Text ICKuro followed after at a nice slow pace, relaxing in the walk. "The stables...is it a horse?" He questioned, seeing as how that was most likely. Kuro had nothing against horses. However he just big on riding them. He couldn't really do it well, though he did like animals, he actually loved them.
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 21:09:20 GMT -5
wow,2 am,crazt time differences,yay, and maybe i will reply)
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Post by plague on Feb 4, 2017 21:14:35 GMT -5
Arlo nodded,and smiled when Kuro guessed right."Yep,he's one of my best friends,has been for the last four years."He replied,then once reaching them,pulled open the huge doors to the stables,and inhaled the familiar scent of straw and horse.Glancing back at Kuro once,he stepped inside and started down the long row of horses,smiling at each one as he passed them on his search for Bucephalus' stall.
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