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sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 17, 2017 10:39:37 GMT -5
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 10:51:18 GMT -5
[Hey! Sorry I had to reply to another roleplay  ] |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 10:56:17 GMT -5
[Sure! I'll do that asap. How much are we doing on our characters?]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 11:23:38 GMT -5
[Okay that sounds good. About how old were we making these characters? DId you mention about 17?]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 11:29:12 GMT -5
[Hmmm...I'm not sure. Any thoughts?]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 11:34:15 GMT -5
[Hmm, big city is probably a better setting I think]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 12:37:38 GMT -5
[Well I know the UK's health system best, for obvious reasons, but I'm honestly fine with anything, especially since I'm Muse B]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 12:44:27 GMT -5
[Yeah. I know bits about America's health system, and since you probably know that one better than the UK's we should probably go with America. I know Britain's health system better but it doesn't matter to me]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2017 12:59:52 GMT -5
(Okay well I’ll get a description up for my charrie asap)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 24, 2017 10:10:50 GMT -5
Hey, sorry, things have been intense, Christmastime is so busy x I’ll write up my description as soon as I can get to a computer)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 27, 2017 16:25:00 GMT -5
Lewis Carlson (Can’t remember if I already named him) — seventeen —- male
Lewis is tall and well-built, giving him an excellent advantage in the running (and other sports) he so enjoys to spend his time doing. His skin in tan due to the amount of time he likes to spend outside on the running track, his hair bleached a sandy blonde by the sun. This, combined with his blue eyes and dimpled cheeks, makes him quite the handsome young man.
He is mischievous, lively and very active. He likes to run to quiet his mind and prevent him turning to more destructive outlets for his mischevious nature. . He is bright and fun-loving, but his weakness could be his desire for friendship and popularity. He has little self-confidence and prefers not to rock the boat, even when his friends are being mean to others.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 1, 2018 13:04:12 GMT -5
(Okay cool! I can add some more stuff to mine if you want ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 1, 2018 16:51:43 GMT -5
(Ooh yes I’m sorry I forgot to respond x Would you mind starting?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 2, 2018 11:53:13 GMT -5
(Sorry for taking a while to reply x I think possibly just after Simon’s diagnosis? Or just before if you want to roleplay the diagnosis.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 2, 2018 14:09:08 GMT -5
(Yeah let's do some from when they were kids, just to set up their relationship ) |
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 3, 2018 0:58:08 GMT -5
(So I'm going to say Simons about eight here ^^)
"Later squirt," Simons older brother, Aaron helped as he shot passed his brother, done with the small curly haired boy once the bus stopped at his school. The fifth grader was the first off of the bus, ready to meet new people at their new school. Simon was a little less excited about that. Blinking around shyly he kept his flute case close to his chest as he stood up, waiting done was last off of the bus. He stood in front of the bus, looking at the large one story brick building, comparing it to the school he went to during last year, deciding he liked the other building better. He bit his lip nervously, walking into the building and began to search for his new classroom. He had gone on a tour and memorized the way to the classroom, and to the band room so he wouldn't get lost. He made his way there, head lowered and shuffling, small enough to look like a six year old, his black and blue backpack looking bigger than him. He glanced around, before sticking his hand into the large pocket in his sweater and pulled out a small leapord gecko, whispering to him, "don't worry, Emmet, I bet they're nice here," before slipping him back inside the pocket and entered the classroom, still looking down and running into someone.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2018 12:16:47 GMT -5
Lewis hated going into lessons, it meant he couldn't be outside having fun anymore. He never could sit still and concentrate in lessons, he only stared wistfully out of the window, thinking about how he would soon be out of the stuffy, restricted classroom. He just liked to move around too much to be satisfied stuck behind a desk.
So he headed inside as slowly as he dared before heading towards his classroom, running his hands through his messy blonde hair as he did; the teacher always complained that he didn't look presentable. He didn't want to get into trouble before the day had even started.
So he headed into the classroom and was heading towards his seat when he was almost knocked over by someone running into him.
"Careful!" he said frustratedly
He whirled around to see a small boy with curly hair who evidently hadn't been looking where he was going. But Lewis didn't recognise him.
"Oh, hey," he greeted, a little more calmly this time "Are you new?"
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