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Post by Sησω on Oct 9, 2017 14:50:10 GMT -5
( 🎵whitetail-Brill - That's fine, Becca can always bump into Cynthia later!)
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 9, 2017 15:17:36 GMT -5
Name: Matthew Bellmar Age: 22 Gender: Male Looks: Shoulder-length hair, tied back. He wears glasses and has blue eyes. Personally: He is fun-loving and energetic. He is good-tempered in most cases. Crush: Nobodyyyy Other: New charrie for me, so this is a test drive!
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 9, 2017 15:23:34 GMT -5
Rick picked another seat by an indoor fountain and took off his backpack. He pulled out a bottle of rum and drank some of it, ruminating and getting his thoughts together. She was the last thing he wanted to see right now. He drew a deep breath.
Matthew was busy lighting all the candles he could find. God, they smelled so good! He laughed heartily as he stood back and admired his new collection. The smells, though sweet, were overbearing at close range.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 9, 2017 17:39:24 GMT -5
Matthew tossed the container of lighter fluid he was holding. "What?! No I wasn't!" He looked at Becca wide-eyed.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 9, 2017 18:02:41 GMT -5
Matthew started to blow them all out. It was too overbearing anyway. He coughed as the smoke built up. "I just wanted to see," He blew out one labelled 'Cut Frasier', "what it would smell like," 'Rustic Cabin' was extinguished, "if I lit all the candles."
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Post by forestpaw on Oct 9, 2017 18:06:36 GMT -5
Once finished touching herself up, Maya walked out of the store and leaned against the cold glsss railing and looked down to the multiple floors below her. She coukd hear faint voices from time to time, but could never actually see anybody walking around. Maya felt a little curious, yet a little scared at the same time. She slowly crept down the stairs to try and explore a little more. And maybe even find out who else was here.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 9, 2017 18:12:22 GMT -5
Rick watched someone made their way down the stairs to the level above him. He looked at his bottle of rum. It was nearly empty. He shrugged and finished it off. It's a good idea. Dont' want that lil bit going to waste. He stood up and picked up his backpack, but it flung to the floor and he on top of it. He cursed and stood again, more carefully, using the oversized tree pot for support. "Thanks, my friend," he cooed the the tree, caressing it before stumbling away.
"I dunno what you're talking about, bruv!" Matthew coughed as the last one was blown out. He turned around. He squinted through red, tearing eyes. "Yeah, that was a pretty bad idea."
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 10, 2017 0:27:41 GMT -5
Matthew blinked rapidly. "I think I'm okay." He said, clearly not okay.
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Post by ѕкεlεтσиѕ αяε иσω αlινε on Oct 10, 2017 0:38:34 GMT -5
( lets pretend my character has been stuck in a closet, eh? also, hello! )
Name: Alphie Ramirez Age: 17 Gender: Lady. Looks: Alphie is tall and muscular, having been on the swim team for the majority of her life. She has very dark skin and a big, goofy grin with a front-tooth gap. Her laugh is high-pitched and contagious! In the RP, she's wearing a pink sweater and casual jeans and combat boots. Her hair is long, black, and very curly; she has to keep it up in ponytails, and even then it's still floofy. Currently, it's down, and reaches around to her mid-back. She has big wire-framed oval glasses and lots of red freckles. Personally: Alphie is a big dork who loves to make people laugh, and she blushes easily and adores gushing about her favorite things. She's a bit clumsy and awkward, but very affectionate! She loves playing around with her friends. Crush: To be developed, perhaps.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 10, 2017 0:43:10 GMT -5
Matthew shrugged and stumbled away, tripping on a chair. "Ow!" He cried.
Rick jumped up. "What!" He looked at her. "Oh... It's you..." He took another swig of rum and stumbled a bit. "What the 'ell're you doon here?" He pointed at her.
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Post by ѕкεlεтσиѕ αяε иσω αlινε on Oct 10, 2017 0:45:09 GMT -5
( thank you! ^u^ )
The door of an employees only closet flies open with a massive CRACK, and shards of wood go flying everywhere. Alphie stands on the inside, looking mildly angry. "I cannot believe they locked me in here without even noticing, the nerve of those..." her aggressive talking becomes aggressive muttering as she walks out, looking around. A sudden wave of nerves crash down on her as she realizes what time it is. "Oh, God, am I alone?!"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 10, 2017 0:50:14 GMT -5
Rick spread his arms out defensively, taking a few stumbles backward. "Pfffffffft!" His saliva misted from his mouth, "I'm sober more soberer than a person who's not drunk!" He said. "I've never even been really drunk. You should've seen -- I'm not drunk, okay?" He smiled way too big.
Matthew looked up. A new person! What! He ran over to meet the new person and clumsily tripped over a damaged tile, tumbling to the floor just behind Alphie.
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Post by ѕкεlεтσиѕ αяε иσω αlινε on Oct 10, 2017 0:52:22 GMT -5
Alphie lets out a yelp, startled by Matthews tumble. She whips around, ready to kick something, but notices him sprawled out in front of her. "Oh dear, are you okay? Let me help you up!" Bending over to give him her hand, she hauls him up and dusts off his shirt for him and pushes her glasses up over the bridge of her nose. "Are you stuck here, too?"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 10, 2017 0:56:16 GMT -5
Matthew accepted the help up and blushed. "I'm okay." He mimicked her glasses-adjustment. "First off, I'm usually not that clumsy! Second off! Yes! I have the feeling we're all stuck here. But I could be wrong. I've been wrong before... Not usually though. Only sometimes."
Rick slipped on some water that had puddled up there and faceplanted the water fountain. "OW! OH!" He tried to stand. He shouted a few obscenities and finally stood again.
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Post by ѕкεlεтσиѕ αяε иσω αlινε on Oct 10, 2017 0:59:44 GMT -5
She frowns, folding her hands together nervously. "Ah, that's not good." Rubbing her arms from the cold- the A/C is positively blasting her to bits- she begins to peer around. "Have you created a strategy yet?" she asks politely, blinking in a curious manner.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 10, 2017 1:02:18 GMT -5
Matthew looked around. "Nope!" He smiled. "But don't go into the candle shop. That's a dead end." He shifted nervously then shivered. "It's cold in here. Is it cold in here? Let's find jackets!" He exclaimed.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 10, 2017 1:03:59 GMT -5
"Here let me." She helped him get some water than sat him down. "Sleep now. Before you hurt yourself more." "I'm fine!" He replied. "I'll be okay." He rubbed his head. "That fountain sure isn't the softest. They should soften these things..."
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Post by ѕкεlεтσиѕ αяε иσω αlινε on Oct 10, 2017 1:05:11 GMT -5
She laughs, finding his ditziness charming. "Yes, let's do that. And hopefully not get arrested for shoplifting. Hm..." looking around, she blinks a bit to get used to the extremely dim light of the mall. "Let's hit the clothing store over there and get jackets for everyone, shall we?"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Oct 10, 2017 1:06:40 GMT -5
"It's not shop lifting if we can't leave!" He said, taking her hand and running to the store, practically dragging her behind him.
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