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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 1:01:32 GMT -5
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IC "Alright, let's do it," Rylan agreed before pausing and turning to Wylie. "Hey, no getting really drunk," he ordered and glanced over at Rachael. "Wylie gets drunk when we go to clubs, don't ask how, we have many ways of acquiring alcohol-...for the record though, Wylie drinks most of it, I'm clean...for the most part," he added more quietly. They had ways of acquiring many things that was definitely not legal. What do you think they did in their free time?
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 29, 2016 1:07:35 GMT -5
"Naughty boys, oh well? What can you do about sonething in the past, you good with this plan Wiley?" Rachael asked the cousin upon walking slightly. She neglected to tell them they basically served alcohol to anyone there, fake IDs or real ones, pass the entrance and you were good. Odd place at least.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 1:19:11 GMT -5
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IC "You don't know the half of it," Wylie stated before nodding along. "Plan sounds good. Don't get too drunk, got it, now lets go." Wylie actually sounded a little excited at this point, he liked the idea of going to the club. Rylan knew that, it was like, some sort of addiction for him or something for him.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 29, 2016 1:21:21 GMT -5
"Perfect, follow me then!" She said happily fore skipping ahead of the boys towards their next destination .
And I have to go go to sleep use I still have work to do for school tomorrow morning.))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 1:30:02 GMT -5
OOC Aww alright, night!
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Nov 29, 2016 2:35:37 GMT -5
(I'm here!)
Maverick nodded. "Yeah that's true, hey picnic sounds just a great." He said as he stood up and jogged upstairs to get some cold water. He then came down a few moments later with it and padded back over, handing it to him. "There you go." He said with a smile.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 3:12:11 GMT -5
OOC Last post for the night.
IC Beau too the water with a grateful nod. "Thank you Mav," he said as gulped it down before placing the cup aside where his glasses had previously been. "I just feel so sick now, my eyes are tired and don't think I'm going to fight off this cold," he explained, letting out another small whine as his ears flattened down against his light red hair.
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Nov 29, 2016 3:46:48 GMT -5
OOC Last post for the night.
IC Beau too the water with a grateful nod. "Thank you Mav," he said as gulped it down before placing the cup aside where his glasses had previously been. "I just feel so sick now, my eyes are tired and don't think I'm going to fight off this cold," he explained, letting out another small whine as his ears flattened down against his light red hair.
(Alright, sweet dreams!) Mav leaned against the chair and frowned slight worry and pity. Carefully he felt his brother's head with his hand. It was actually pretty hot. He shook his head. "You'll be just fine, don't worry about it." He said and smiled a little. "Just, do you want me to bring you up to your room or do you want to stay here?" He asked. "You just need some rest."
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Nov 29, 2016 4:01:15 GMT -5
(Imma advance this.)
It was about six hours ago when Sam had brought the snake from the arena to his home, which made it pretty late at night actually. Nine o'clock at night actually. He had put some bandages on her and let her rest on his couch while he sat nearby, watching tv. Every now and then he would go over and check her pulse and her bandages, before going back to his seat.
Just as he was about to give up on the girl, he heard a quiet moan and saw her move slightly, before whimpering in pain. Sam quickly muted the tv and hopped over to her, shocked. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at him tiredly. "A-am I d-dead?" She asked and Sam smiled and shook his head. "Nearly, but...I'm afraid not yet." He said softly.
Suddenly her eyes widened as she must have recognised him and in seconds he felt her tail around her neck, though he could see the pain on her face. He grabbed at her tail, his eyes wide with fear. Of course, he helps someone then gets killed by them. Just before his vision failed and felt the tail loosen as she let go. When he opened is eyes he saw her looking around and gripping her bandages. "W-where am I?" She asked, looking back at him and he replied between gasps. "My h-home." He said. "You weren't killed by the fight in the arena, so I brought you here to help you heal." He explained with a cough and she looked at him, surprised. "You helped me?" She asked, and he nodded.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 11:19:49 GMT -5
OOC Morning.
Beau freaking turns into the biggest baby when sick, I swear. Though his immune system is not the best so he also gets sick a bit worse than most people too.
IC The Yukon wolf sniffed slightly as he thought about his options. "I'll just stay here for now," he decided and yawned widely, figuring he might as well take off his glasses again since his eyes were tired enough for them to not do a thing for him.
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 11:48:19 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― Good morning. )) 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 11:54:31 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― Good morning. )) 000 words. tagged. OOC FEI!!! Hi! *glomps*
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 12:05:43 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― HEYYYYYYY, I'm sorry for being really inactive the past few days, but now I think I'll be a little bit active again. )) 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 12:07:02 GMT -5
OOC YESSSSS! I've missed you. Glad you're gonna be back though!
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 12:28:09 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― Thanks! Wanna RP? )) 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 12:39:58 GMT -5
OOC Yes, yes I do!
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 12:50:46 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― Nice, who do you wanna use? )) 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 13:02:51 GMT -5
OOC Hmm, maybe Patrick, or Tessa, or idk anyone really. It's currently after school, sometime in the week for the roleplay.
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 13:11:33 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― I'm up for using Soleil then. )) 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 13:13:08 GMT -5
OOC Alright awesome, Patrick might actually have a job for her to do at the moment tbh.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 29, 2016 13:47:24 GMT -5
heyoooo))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 13:58:04 GMT -5
OOC Hey Creamy!
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 29, 2016 13:59:11 GMT -5
Hi Smore.))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 13:59:55 GMT -5
OOC How are you?
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 14:00:34 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― Really? That'll be cool then, do you want me to start or do you want to start, and hey Creamy! )) 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 14:02:11 GMT -5
OOC Could you start?
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 14:21:13 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― Soleil was somewhere at the moment, wherever she needed to be as she drowned in her thoughts, she was a little worried Norman wouldn't have a very good reaction if he ever found out she joined Patrick's organization, but she needed to push that aside for now, maybe he could be convinced to join, too. 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 14:28:22 GMT -5
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IC For the sake of the plot let's say that Patrick had put up a meeting spot for them...at the park, so that's where he currently was and soon he spotted Soleil and walked over, he looked a little beat up, thanks to that rabbit, which was funnily enough why he was here. "Soleil," he greeted a he walked over and looked at his daughter.
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Post by feign on Nov 29, 2016 14:34:18 GMT -5
YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR FLAWS UPON YOUR SLEEVE ― ''Yeah yeah, hey- first of all, why the hell do you look like someone beat you up a little? Second of all, what did you need me for?'' She asked. 000 words. tagged.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 29, 2016 14:42:09 GMT -5
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IC "Ironically it's the same reason for both," Patrick explained with a slight shrug. "Do you remember a hybrid security guard at Wings? A rabbit, fox hybrid?" He asked before continuing. "Well we have reason to believe that your mother is trying to start Wings up again and so we have been looking for all the old workers there. One of our agents was in charge of watching this guy, however he went missing. We think it has something to do with a powerful criminal leader known as Kryotic, and the same hybrid guard from Wings. Yesterday, I ran into him...we got into a bit of a fight, and now we have him in custody," Patrick explained with a slightly sheepish smile. "He won't talk though, we were hoping you could interrogate him."
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