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Post by shades on Apr 28, 2019 22:32:07 GMT -5
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Apr 28, 2019 22:36:58 GMT -5
pretty much!
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Post by koi on Apr 28, 2019 23:04:35 GMT -5
foxglove francis
He’ll be honest. Foxglove Francis will be honest, though it’s not an art he often practices in this sort of situation. When he said, you wanna go, beau? he sort of meant someplace behind the school without security cameras and maybe some knee pads. What?
But Foxglove has been punched before, and probably will be punched again, so the change in plans is a welcome distraction. Oh, right now? Is that a fist he sees? Cool. He always looks good in bruises. Did Beau say anything to him? Foxglove isn’t sure, he hasn’t taken his headphones out, and someday he hopes to make himself go deaf via blasting enough Anamanaguchi to do damage so that he doesn't have to hear anyone talk to him ever again, so his music’s too loud to hear shit anyway. He’s a masochist like that. Somehow, they don’t go flying out when Foxglove ducks with a laugh that comes out winded and somehow avoids the collision. He tucks and rolls and hops up to his feet with a neatness that comes straight from back when he had to learn choreographed falling in contemporary class, and sends the same smile to Beau that he only uses in two situations: blood in his teeth and still trying to look hot, and staying with his aunt and uncle and trying to seem well-adjusted and nice. It never reaches his eyes. It reaches his eyebrows, though. He cocks one and bites his lip.
“At least warm me up first.” Foxglove side steps another punch, he sort of trips over something and goes stumbling backwards, looks at what he tripped over, and pauses.
It’s Beau’s backpack.
Oh, this is so good.
He quickly picks it up and keeps stepping backwards as Beau starts to come after him. Foxglove loves the reaction. Thrives on it.
“Hey, someone must’ve lost this. Good thing I need money.”
Aaaand then he runs.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Apr 29, 2019 9:35:02 GMT -5
Beauregard Abernathy
This is ridiculous. This straight up absurd and Beau wants his money back. To be fair, he should have seen this coming. Beau was naive to expect a fair fight, especially from someone like Foxglove who doesn't have a fair bone in him.
"Asshole! What the hell is your problem?"
It's a knee-jerk reaction. Not the remark, but immediately sprinting after the guy who just stole his backpack. What else is he supposed to do? Who gives a shit about his math homework, Foxglove just ran off with three volumes of Naruto and Beau's lunch. I need money. What does that even mean? Is he going to sell it? Is he going to root around through Beau's belongings in hopes of finding a dollar?
Beau has a lot of strong suits. He's good at planning. He's good at fighting. He's good at remembering. Unfortunately, running isn't one of those things. It turns out that Foxglove is faster than him, made worse by the fact that they're in a crowd that only seems to slow Beau down. Foxglove, meanwhile, navigates it with the relative ease of a snake in the grass. If it weren't for the manga in his backpack, Beau would have been inclined to let him keep it, but as it stands there's a lot on the line.
"When I catch you, I'm gonna knock your teeth out." And then sell them because they're weirdly sharp and it's creepy.
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Post by shades on Apr 29, 2019 13:25:34 GMT -5
I have one more client and I'll be home by 6! I got a good idea for a reply, it won't be as long and won't take me forever.
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Post by shades on Apr 29, 2019 22:43:06 GMT -5
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Friday, Mar. 1st 7:46 am
Sammy didn’t answer right away, eyes fixed on the pavement; shoes scuffing the cement, laces untied. His pink lips was drawn into a contemplative frown. Which was him thinking—that was some quality referential humor, right there. The words sammy and thinking.
He finally focused on Ely, although his gaze flickered to his phone as he typed his response. No wonder the little was a non-combatant, with poor instincts like that; ten seconds to process and nine second attention span. He shrugged his shoulders in response, Sammy did not know if he was going to Spring Fling or the the f-ck friday after party events that happen in god-knows-where Derby, Kansas. As they swarmed to each others houses with the lingering gloss of sweat from dancing in the confined gym of Truesdell in hopes to get more drunk, stoned, or laid.
Half a minute later, Sammy was handing Ely his phone with a twitch of his lips. His only clue that something wasn’t right with the universe was when he felt a particular shuddery tingle. He paused and looked over his shoulder, and the dulcet tones of Beauregard Abernathy and Foxglove Swiper-No-Swiping Francis angry yelling to drown out the fuzzy, excited feelings of the students this early in the god-damn morning. For five eager minutes, he had a grand vision of normal morning, surrounded by students definitely not up to anything taboo or illegal at all. Oooh, and no protein shake made from the contents of his garbage disposal..
not sure. last year when it was f-ck friday everyone thought i had sex with kennedy benson in ricky mcbride’s basement. actually she had just drunk-cried about a raccoon she ran over three years ago and fell asleep on my right arm.
Sammy watched the fight devolve into a chase around the front lawn with knitted brows, head swivelling back and forth between the chase and Ely; which was promptly ruined when Foxglove Disney’s Robin Hood Francis ran smack dab between them, chased by Beau Abernathy screaming obscenities that even his foul-mouthed hippie mother wouldn’t repeat naked at Woodstock in the 1970s. Nearly toppling over as he threw his weight on one foot, pinwheeling arms backwards with a loud list of expletives coursing unsaid through his brain, falling on the concrete with a slight thump.
“HMMM.” Sammy hummed with distress and annoyance, and a mutinous glare.
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Post by shades on Apr 29, 2019 23:07:50 GMT -5
I'm sorry I'm a dirty filthy liar. I took a nap, talked with my roommate since like 7, and then worked on the response.
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Post by koi on Apr 30, 2019 0:32:58 GMT -5
omg. ely better beat up foxglove and beau for tripping poor sammy i’ll write up a reply tmrw!!
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 15:49:31 GMT -5
*Puts his reply on joining page*I'm stupid
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Post by shades on Apr 30, 2019 16:42:01 GMT -5
Oh I don't care Lyc. I'm the laziest of them all when it comes to character bios, and I just enjoy sh-t post memes and tumblr incorrect quotes. You can do it how they are now and boost their stats as they go along, or just give us the end result. (:
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Apr 30, 2019 17:34:12 GMT -5
Gabriel AshtonIt was funny, what guilt could do. Even for those who professed that they didn't care, guilt was a feeling that got under your skin. It was a monster that ate you from the inside out, devouring your organs as you did all you could to placate it. And it so rarely worked. To many, guilt was an unstoppable force and oh so useful.
Gabriel hid the sharp-edged smile that threatened to work it's way onto her face as her mother handed over a set of keys with a brilliant white bow attached - A birthday present and one of many that had been handed over to her in the past five months. Instead, she quietly thanked the woman, tilting her head as she smiled sweetly. She had a feeling that the gifts would taper off soon as they had before. Her mother would find a hobby or fad that took up her attention and her father would once more loose himself in work and the skirt of whatever woman he had on the side this week.
Slipping out of the door to the sweet little silver European convertible that sat in the driveway, Gabriel mused on the cause of the guilt that had caused the brief swing in her parent's behaviour. It's been five months since her mother had heard that an acquaintance had invited her out with some 'friends' and demanded that she go or loose her allowance for the next month, wanting her out of the way of the dinner party that they had been throwing the same night. The outing had turned out to be a party at the old Plastics Factory on the edge of town - not that her mother had cared to listen when she tried to explain, wanting her embarrassment as far away as possible since the last time she had appeared at one of the dinner parties, Gabriel had made a woman faint by explaining in excruciating detail exactly how the body reacts when buried alive.
Gabriel had gone, obeying dutifully and fully planning on ignoring most of the people there and hoping to use the opportunity to find a way to move said acquaintance out of her life for good. She did not expect that way to be an explosion that had rocked the building and causing a wide-spread panic that had ended up causing Gabriel to be sent to the hospital as a result of fracturing several small bones in her hand and wrist and suffering from severe smoke inhalation. Humming, Gabriel mused on the slight bump in her little finger as a result. The cast that had encased her from fingertips to halfway up her forearm had been off for almost two months now, but her skin was still ever so slightly paler.
Shrugging, she slid into her new car, already fueled up and ready to go, and set off for school. The Spring Fling. It caused her upper lip to curl in irritation, but it was her who was insisting that she go this time - Anything to get her out of the house when her aunt and uncle would be there with her spoiled brat of a cousin. Valarie was the same age as she was and thought she was the most beautiful person in the world - a delusion her parents shared in and promoted, often showing off pictures and telling stories of how Valarie was definitely going to be a model and how proud they were. In return her parents would of course gush about their patriotic son and ignore their mental mess of a daughter who, despite her consistently brilliant test scores was clearly going nowhere.
The thought made her roll her eyes as she pulled into a parking space and grabbed her bag and favourite book. Gabriel glanced up at the 'It will be good for her' face of Truesdell High School, holding back the urge to hiss in irritation and wishing that her parents had allowed her to skip a few years, rather than listening to the hell-sent witch of a therapist who told them that she needed social interaction from people her own age. A sigh actually left her as she was distracted by the sight of yet another fight taking place. 'Foxglove Francis and Beauregard Abernathy,' She hummed, eyeing the pair as Foxglove took off with Beauregard in pursuit. She had seen both around and taken note - Foxglove as someone to be avoided for her own sanity and criminal record and Beauregard for the fact that his spiteful nature was incredibly amusing to watch.
Still, something about Foxglove had been setting a strange feeling off in the back of her mind lately. It made the itching under her skin, something the doctor had told her was probably a side effect of the toxic gases she had inhaled, worsen every time he got near. It made her want to hiss and spit at him, tear into him and shy away in fear at the same time. Her fingers flexed on her book, curling slightly as her eyes tracked him across the front lawn of the school, before shaking it out of her mind with a mental snarl and heading towards the doors.
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 17:36:12 GMT -5
(Want me to throw Jack at you?
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 18:29:16 GMT -5
(Ok,let me read your post first lol
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 18:44:41 GMT -5
This again?Jack sighed inwardly.It seemed like every time something went down at this place it was Foxglove in the center.This kid made life unbearable and yet bearable all the same.He always made some sort of scene that seemed fun to watch for Jack.True,Ely might find it a bit more interesting than him but that was his main job right now,keeping Ely from doing something rash.
The fight was indeed a sight,making everybody within a 50 yard radius want to see it.He couldn't hear anything though,his earbuds were back in,only blaring War this time.He decided to go back inside when Foxglove bolted,too late to realize he was about to walk straight into Gabriel.
He went back into his head as he fell,right on top of the girl,and didn't seem to notice much of what was going on around them.
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Post by shades on Apr 30, 2019 20:14:11 GMT -5
So my favorite movie is leaving Netflix tonight and I'm sad.
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Post by Protractor on Apr 30, 2019 20:15:06 GMT -5
So my favorite movie is leaving Netflix tonight and I'm sad. Which one
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Post by shades on Apr 30, 2019 20:20:26 GMT -5
Dances With Wolves. Basically a historical fiction movie.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Apr 30, 2019 20:32:53 GMT -5
Ely Jensen "she's a little sass and a lot of badass"
Ely was too busy paying attention to Sammy to notice Beau and Foxglove when they started fighting. Just like she'd been too busy fighting to be there when her brother needed her. Just like she'd been too busy dodging conversations to notice the change in the air just before the explosion.
So when she was too busy coughing a laugh at Sammy's story about the girl crying about hitting a raccoon, of all animals, to realize the fight was coming closer to them, she blamed herself for Sammy getting knocked to the ground. Rationally, she knew it wasn't. It was that damned Beau and Foxglove, who were so caught up in what new issue they had daily that they never bothered to worry about what their fight would do to someone else.
Some day, Ely was going to tear them limb from limb. For now, she settled for crouching down and gently grabbing Sammy's arm to pull him up. Once she was sure he was okay, she knew she would race off after the fighting pair until she found them and made sure neither would ever be able to have kids - not that she actually believed they'd ever have the chance. Honestly, she figured they'd spend the rest of their lives fighting like that. And no one, girl or boy, wants to date a weeb that hates everyone or a dude named Foxglove who pisses people off for fun.
"I'm gonna kill 'em," she growled, eyes getting stormy as her anger built. Sammy was like the nicest kid ever - there was no reason to be so rough that you knocked over a literal cinnamon roll.
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Post by koi on May 1, 2019 2:57:50 GMT -5
foxglove francis
Oh? What’s his problem? What’s his goddamn problem? You wanna know?
Screw you, you don’t get to know his problem, let alone Beau Abernathy, but thanks for asking, really, it’s always good to ask (consent is nice). Foxglove’d be laughing if he were a happier person. But he isn't. So he doesn’t. It’s easy like that.
...but then again, Beau Abernathy is currently engaging in chasing Foxglove, which is objectively funny and deserves a good laugh, because have you seen the guy run? Foxglove’s not gonna say anything else on the subject. Sometimes a person’s imagination is stronger than my writing abilities. The point is, he snickers. It is sort of fun to play the mouse for once.
“And then what?” comes Foxglove’s reply, which is the only thing you should ever say to someone who wants to punch your teeth out, and he says it when he whirls around, runs backwards, and winks. Not only is Foxglove good at multitasking; somehow, he’s better at running backwards than Beau is at running forwards. He faces forward again, only if to make sure he doesn’t trip over some idiot kid who’s unaware of their surroundings, and waves the backpack (strangely heavy, like he actually brings books to school or something, but Foxglove’s lifted people before in dance, so he’s well equipped to handle it. He isn’t some lawless twink, sweetie) above his head. “Hey, is your wallet in here?”
He asks for the money factor, of course, and also because Beau probably has an ugly ass driver's license in there that Foxglove would delight in pouring over. That hairstyle does not photograph well. Shit, does he even drive? Foxglove feels like he would’ve ruined his car by now if he had. Slashed tires, and all. It’s not Foxglove’s fault, he asks for it, like, directly. Every time Beau opens his mouth around Foxglove, he sounds pissed; it’s an invitation, really. He lets his eyebrows raise at the yell that comes from behind him. He’s got a mouth on him. Foxglove wasn’t raised like some absolute animal so he doesn’t swear unless the situation calls for it; in turn, he tries not to retaliate, if not just to make Beau’s cool calm collected demeanour crack and fracture further and further. Shit, what’s in his backpack that’s so important? He hopes it’s just homework and Beau’s a damn nerd who cares about that sort of shit.
Turns out, the situation calls for swearing after all.
“Oh, f-ck,” Foxglove hisses. He just tripped over a ****ing kid! A child! Foxglove has a soft spot for children, because he was a child once, fifteen or so years ago (he kinda grew up fast) and tries not to f-cking trip over them. A rather choreographed swerve has Foxglove rather choreographically falling to the ground and then holding Beau’s backpack way up in the air like a football while he rests on one knee with the other leg propped up. Shit, he better not have ripped his fishnets. He takes one look at the literal child he just knocked over and cringes good and hard. “There goes Bambi on the ice.”
But really? They should know by now; anyone within fifty metres of Beau And Foxglove sort of need to watch out for unintended collateral damage. You don’t want to play your cards with two guys who’ve decided they need to throw down on the front lawn of a high school before school’s even started. That has the exact same energy as, like, the people that feel the need to bang in a damn classroom. There are closets right there. You don’t have to be feral about it.
Foxglove hops to his feet like a spry young maiden and gives his too long hair a flick with the nod of his head, looking at the dangerous, blue-eyed-glare belonging to the dangerous, blue-eyed-girl staring in his general direction while helping up and getting all soft on who Foxglove thinks has the same name as a singer. Michael Jackson? Ed Sheeran? John Mayer? Oh, shit, Sam Smith. Sammy? Sammy. Foxglove gives a really good shrug at the two of them, when Ely threatens death, and all. Shit. Least he'll die cute.
“It’s not that deep,” Foxglove says, kinda laughing at the way Ely gets sooooooo pissed about it. Chill. “More like foreplay. No need to get our panties in a twist about it.”
And then Beau probably, like, punches Foxglove, but it’s sort of the thing you deserve after saying something like that. He’s used to it.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on May 1, 2019 14:46:52 GMT -5
Gabriel Ashton With Jack Alabama (Protractor )Gabriel hid her rapidly curling lip, ducking her head as she had to pass closer to the fight to get inside. 'If you could even call it a fight by this point,' She mused, mildly entertained as Beauregard chased Foxglove around the front lawn. So enthralled by trying to think up a new term for the shit-show that was taking place, ('A chase? A pursuit? ...Flirting?') Gabriel failed to pay attention to what was in front of her. By now she was kind of used to the way people had begun subconsciously edging out of her way and so wasn't spending as much mental energy on keeping her personal space clear as she usually did.
The first warning she had was a flash of pale skin and dark hair from the corner of her eye and her head whipped around quickly only to witness the collision take place while having no time to do anything about it. It was quite amazing how low time could seem when you knew something inevitable was taking place and it amused Gabriel in the brief space of time before her back impacted the ground and a weight impacted her chest, pushing the breath from her lungs.
It was at the base of her spine that drew the most of her attention though. A small lump had begun to form there, excessive bone growth probably brought on by the DEFCON 1 incident according to her doctor and not something to worry about unless it grew out of control. Still the feeling of newly grown bone impacting the ground made Gabriel grit her teeth against the pain as she fought to take a breath. It was a few tense seconds before she finally drew in sweet oxygen, her teeth beginning to itch with the urge to bury them in the throat of the idiot on top of her.
With a final sigh of pain, Gabriel opened deep brown eyes she hadn't realised she'd closed to stare up at the green hovering above hers. While she desperately wanted to snarl and shout, it wouldn't do for others to think anything about her that she didn't want them to. Instead, she blinked up at the boy in vague confusion, before reaching up a delicate hand to gently tug out one of the earbuds blaring some sort of music she was unfamiliar with. "Hello," She chirped, faint amusement on her face as she tilted her head in curiosity, "I uh, don't suppose you'd be so kind as to let me up?"
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Post by Protractor on May 1, 2019 15:45:36 GMT -5
Dances With Wolves. Basically a historical fiction movie. WHY WOULD THEY TAKE IT DOWN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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Post by Protractor on May 1, 2019 15:54:38 GMT -5
"Oh!I'm sorry!"Jack replied before getting off the girl.Hehe,you're dead.He knew he'd screw something up soon,just he didn't know what.Of course it'd be falling on one of the scariest people in school.Of course it wouldn't be jail or something for an accidental explosion.
The last time something bad happened to him was when he blew up his mom's old house.He'd been working more cautiously on the colours of fireworks,ever since the last incident.No,this was worse.
Where's Ely when you need her.He sighed inwardly.He grabbed his earbud that had come out and put it back in."Sorry to bother you."He murmured and started walking back inside.
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Post by shades on May 1, 2019 18:21:24 GMT -5
Tomorrow is my ass crack of dawn early day. I'm so bummed.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on May 1, 2019 19:42:35 GMT -5
rip
also foxglove ely might want to kill you but that sass in fishnets might also make her flirt xD
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Post by shades on May 2, 2019 8:33:01 GMT -5
> wakes up at ass crack of dawn to go to meeting at office 25 mins away from home, 15 mins away from client. > gets out of meeting early, kills 30 minutes in office. Forgot phone in car, figured it was nothing. > get in car and checks phone: "hey your client is sick" now loses 6 hours of work. Could of been home by 7:30 am.
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Post by shades on May 2, 2019 20:48:34 GMT -5
Hello friends. I hope exams are doing everyone well.
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Post by Protractor on May 2, 2019 20:57:05 GMT -5
I got an entire week of KPREP which is our KY standard test and then three finals.FML
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