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Post by Lórien on Aug 21, 2016 10:01:05 GMT -5
Bloop
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Post by rose on Aug 21, 2016 11:56:15 GMT -5
"We're here." Bethany opened the door, her body nearly throwing Brooke inside. She dragged her friend across the wooden floor, leaving her there whilst she ran towards the door. She slammed it shut, the sound echoing through the night.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 9:47:09 GMT -5
Brooke rested her gaze on the fire, the dancing flames distracting her from her pain. "What are we going to do?" She whispered, not taking her gaze off the fire. I'm just going to bleed out into there is nothing left in me.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 15:06:45 GMT -5
Bloop. I also responded in CloudClan.
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Post by rose on Aug 23, 2016 15:09:15 GMT -5
"I don't know," Bethany whispered back, forgetting about the day's events.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 15:17:32 GMT -5
( Argh, is it okay if I put a stupid mini rant?)
Brooke tore her gaze off of the flickering flames, focusing on Bethany. She prepared herself for speech, but the words refused to come out of her mouth. She finally was able to choke out a few words at she lay on the ground. "Bethany... I-I didn't-" Brooke was forced to halt, a wave of tears coming upon her. She meet her friend's eye, her emotions flying around.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 24, 2016 8:19:13 GMT -5
Bloop
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Post by Lórien on Aug 24, 2016 8:42:55 GMT -5
Rose, you here? You're posting in AetherClan...
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Post by rose on Aug 24, 2016 8:52:18 GMT -5
(Sure)
"You didn't what?" Bethany questioned. She was shooting her former best friend small glances of betrayal.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 24, 2016 9:03:07 GMT -5
(I'm over it now, and its really stupid, but I guess I will put a little about it. So we have this summer project that the whole grade has to do, and I've already done it. My friend, lets call her Audrey, comes over and snatches my laptop from me. She proceeds to say she knows I've been on it all day (Which, I wasn't.) and blah blah blah. Audrey then remembers about the project, and then straight up asks me to do it for her. That got me really upset. Because no, I'm not going to do your project that you didn't do. Its not my fault. *Sighs*)
Brooke rose her hand to her face, drying her cheek with a shaky hand. "I didn't k-know." She desperately replied, panic rising within her. What if she doesn't believe me?
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Post by Lórien on Aug 24, 2016 13:42:41 GMT -5
*Bumps the thread.*
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Post by rose on Aug 24, 2016 14:09:46 GMT -5
"Know what?" Bethany asked.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 24, 2016 14:21:11 GMT -5
Brooke sighed, shocked that she didn't know what she was talking about. "About me being a s-shapeshifter." She whispered, wincing when the words flooded out of her mouth.
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Post by rose on Aug 24, 2016 14:37:37 GMT -5
"You're lying." Bethany's voice was simple.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 24, 2016 14:41:01 GMT -5
"No!" Brooke wailed, covering her face with her hands. "I-I never knew..." She sobbed through her hands, her body beginning to shake.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 24, 2016 15:33:27 GMT -5
Bloop
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Post by Lórien on Aug 25, 2016 13:36:56 GMT -5
Want to RP?
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Post by rose on Aug 25, 2016 13:45:32 GMT -5
"Of course you didn't." The girl didn't want to show her sadness through her voice, and using all of her power, kept it like that.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 25, 2016 13:50:45 GMT -5
Brooke slid her hands to her lap, shaking her head, trying to keep her tears restrained. "You don't believe me." She simply stated, her current emotions slipping away, anger trickling in.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 26, 2016 12:34:17 GMT -5
RP? Maybe?
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Post by rose on Aug 26, 2016 12:43:00 GMT -5
"Nope. I don't." Bethany stayed still, keeping her voice neutral.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 26, 2016 12:47:22 GMT -5
( Hi )
Brooke sighed, a pang of pain going through her side. She laid back on the ground, trying to cancel out the pain and emotions flying through her. "My w-wound..." Brooke whimpered, putting her hand on her side. When she lifted her hand, she nearly screamed with fright.
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Post by rose on Aug 27, 2016 12:22:36 GMT -5
Bethany then realized how stupid she was being. She was refusing to help a person. She immediately picked up her phone, dialing the number of the hospital.
(Time skip?)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 27, 2016 19:00:49 GMT -5
(Sure, I don't think treating a wound that is gushing onto the ground would be that forum friendly. Although, if we really want to RP it we could do it over PM. And wait a second, they have phones?)
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Post by rose on Aug 28, 2016 7:45:19 GMT -5
(It's not truly medieval. I'd say this takes place around 1900s, after the phone was created. No, it's not an iPhone or anything like that, but y' know...)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 28, 2016 7:48:28 GMT -5
(Ah, okay. That makes more sense. )
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Post by rose on Aug 28, 2016 7:51:31 GMT -5
(Do you play any sports?)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 28, 2016 7:52:57 GMT -5
(Nah, but I want to! I used to do gymnastics! Maybe I'll try to join the swim team, or maybe the soccer team. *Shrugs shoulders.* You? )
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Post by rose on Aug 28, 2016 7:54:50 GMT -5
(I swim, and play tennis.)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 28, 2016 7:56:55 GMT -5
(Cool! )
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