To Whom it May Concern

To Whom it May Concern

An angry journal entry turns to be everyone's nightmare.

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To whom it may concern,
Being fed up with other people's shit does not make me a weak person.


Who knew?

Welcome to Calpin. It's a normal small town of the typical United States east coast. Nothing really happens. Nothing to note, anyway.

Ha, is that about to change.

The journal entry above was made simply to vent. No harm there, right? The girl who wrote that didn't mean to hurt anyone. She just wanted someone to listen, even if that was herself. A place to pour her heart out until she was completely satisfied. She closed the book and went to bed. By morning, it was all over the news. Her eyes grew wider and wider as the murder was described on the radio. She opened her journal to what she had wrote the previous night.

Gone. All of what she wrote was gone. She knew she wrote it. There was the exact page she wrote it on, still intact. How in the hell can it just disappear?!

Easy. This girl is a Scriber. And she is the creator of the murderer.

A Scriber can create anything from their writing. Their physical words can manifest into whatever emotion was attached to that writing. Everything a Scriber creates is unique from one another. An expert Scriber can create exactly what they write. This makes them HIGHLY valuable to a lot of people of all backgrounds. A trained eye can see a Scriber's creations (and their aftermath) fairly easily. This girl is now a target for anyone that wants to use the rare ability.

The worst part is....the girl is clueless. Oblivious to what she has done and what is to come. She better learn fast....


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So. You made it here, huh? Interested in joining? Good. I've got some roles to fill.

ALLY ROLES


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THE GIRL: Aspen Green, played by Kagerou. The role is explained above. FC: Crystal Reed


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THE BROTHER: Aspen's older brother and also her only family. He works in town a lot and is rarely home. Very protective of his sister. Alec Green, played by Augustinsect. FC: Jensen Ackles


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THE MENTOR: A man in his late 60's and is an expert Scriber. He came to town after the murders hit national news. He found Aspen and taught her a lot about her ability. Mister G. Harlowe, played by Cypher. FC: F. Murray Abraham


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THE INVESTIGATOR: A cop who has a sense for the supernatural. Finds out about Aspen and what happened. This cop protects her when she is framed for one of the murders. Gustave Voltaire, played by Vesenia. FC: Javert Crowe


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THE HIDDEN: A person who has actually liked Aspen for a long while, but went with the crowd of their school in tormenting her. Eventually helps her escape from more than one enemy. Connor Raleigh, played by Juilii. FC: Max Thieriot


ENEMY ROLES

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THE GIRLFRIEND: Alec's girlfriend. She finds Aspen "creepy" and "not deserving of Alec's love." She is the first to squeal about Aspen's powers to Gustave Voltaire in an attempt to "straighten her out and give her what she deserves." Typically very jealous and cold towards Aspen and fakes being lovey-dovey with Alec. Mandy Righs, played by SaxyLady15. FC: Gemma Arterton


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THE AGENT: A former superior of Mister G. Harlowe. He has come to take Aspen and use her for "government purposes". He is also in his late 60's, and very stiff and official. He will do whatever it takes to get his goal. Currently open. FC: Phil Coulson


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THE WITCH: A woman who has unidentifiable abilities gained by undisclosed processes. She wants to use Aspen to gain revenge. She is possibly attached to the "government purposes" and [THE AGENT]. Ophelia, played by Quill. FC: Sam Rollinson


THE LEADER: A person who is, well, the leader of the crowd mentioned in Connor's role. They are the main insulter of Aspen and are overall one of the main causes of the journal entry in the first place. Uses the murders to try to place Aspen in jail. Currently open. FC is up to the player.



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It's been a long ass day. Another day of absolute hell that is high school and people. To make it worse, Aspen was alone with her thoughts. Alec was at work, and Mandy wasn't here for some reason or another. After getting something to eat and finishing homework and whatever, Aspen went to her room and locked the door as she always did. Sitting down at her desk and turning on her lamp, she began to write in her journal.

To whom it may concern, being fed up with other peoples' shit doesn't make me a weak person. She looked at what she wrote. This entry was a long time coming. Damn Riley and the others. She didn't do anything to them. I've never had a single friend ever since I started school. For whatever reason, they've always fucking made everything so much harder than it needs to be. Whenever I enter a classroom or the school in general, there's always whispers. Tripping. Bookchecking. Everything I do is under a magnifying glass. Even when Mom and Dad died, nothing got better. They all blamed me for it. Everyone. And today was finally the day I just...snapped. After all the years of dealing with it, I stepped up. Told Riley's little group off. But now...it's just going to get worse tomorrow. Why can't anyone just leave me alone? I didn't ask for any of it. I just want them all to...well, go away. Forever.

She slammed her pen down. It was really hot in her room all of a sudden, and for some reason, Aspen opened the window for the first time in years. No one was out at this time of night. It was amazing not to have people throwing stuff at her room like they used to. Returning to the journal, she dog eared the page, but in the process of doing so, the page ripped a little at the corner. Sighing, Aspen carefully closed the book. The journal wasn't cheap, and it was also the last gift she had received from her mother. She glanced at the time. Past midnight. "Bed time..." She was already in pajamas, so she simply turned off the light, unlocked the door to her room for Alec, and crawled into bed.

As Aspen fell asleep that night, her mind flashed back to the first day of school, way back in kindergarten. She remembered smiling the whole way to school as her mother drove. As she pulled over by the school, her mother got out and helped her young daughter out of her car seat. “Gosh, you're just all smiles, aren't you, A?” The mother took hold of her child's hand instinctively. Aspen simply laughed and tried to lead the woman into the school. Her silky chocolate hair stood out in the crowd and she got some stares. That was fine, Aspen wasn't paying attention to them anyway.

They were soon to Aspen's classroom. Her mother was reluctant to leave right off the bat, but Aspen seemed fine, so off to work she went. Aspen, being the social kid she was, went up to the first person she saw. "Hey, I'm Aspen! What's your name?"

The girl gave a disgusted look. "What are you looking at, you freckled-face freak?" Aspen's smile fell. This was the first of many insults that would come her way in the next couple of years. Who is she kidding, the rest of her life in Calpin. Shrugging the memories off, Aspen turned away from the window and drifted off into the depths of her mind.




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As soon as Aspen was asleep, something...changed. It was silent, but devastating. The page that she wrote those angry words on became a...living thing. A shadowy person. Tall, black as night, and with red eyes that stare into your soul. Its voice would freeze you to death if it could. It looked over at its creator, one named Aspen Green. It snickered. "Poor, poor girl. You're such a miserable little wretch. I'll make it all better, don't worry..." The voice was masculine in tones, but still not identifiable. It turned like lightning and out the window it went. It didn't seem like it knew what was exactly going on. Aspen was vague about who this Riley character was. But a man, huh...

It went to a place that was secluded and dark. The darkness was where it could move freely. And low and behold...a single man was stupidly out and about at this hour. He was all alone. It let out a snicker to scare the man at first, and while the idiotic human was distracted, it grabbed him and pulled him away from the street lamp light. The man didn't stand a chance for the shadow. Not when it was in complete obscurity.

Blood seeped into the ground and into the light a few long minutes later. Surprisingly, it could keep the man's screams muffled with its abilities. He was still alive, but it left him to bleed out and die an extremely painful death. It wouldn't be a pretty site for the person who found him, that's for sure. It didn't care about laws. They didn't apply to it. The problems of humans didn't concern it. Well, besides Aspen's. For some reason, she was the only one that mattered. For now, at least. It was nearing morning. It could hear the annoying sounds of another discovering its work. It was followed by a frantic call to the police, or whatever they were called. Sensing...something else in the area, however, it knew it was time to leave. It was starting to dissipate into the unknown. It made a vow to return once the town was enveloped in the comforting darkness again.

"Tomorrow, my dear girl."

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Character Portrait: Aspen Green Character Portrait: Connor Raleigh Character Portrait: Alec Green Character Portrait: Mandy Righs Character Portrait: Gustave Voltaire Character Portrait: Riley Mondegreen

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Mandy Righs had just finished primping herself up in front of the mirror. She just couldn't contain her excitement for what the next day brings her. She had the most wonderful boyfriend, Alec, and she was pretty sure that they were going to marry and then she would have all his babies, and they'd be the greatest little family in the whole entire world.

His sister, Aspen, on the other hand, was peculiar. Mandy thought she was alright for now, she hadn't done anything to Mandy that'd make her hate her.... yet. Mandy knew Aspen was going to somehow pry that cute Alec from her fingers, that she'd worked on for so long. It took him forever to just talk to her. Now, they were dating. Big jump, huh? Mandy's smooth moves, and sweet words made that happen. Yet, Aspen seemed to have the type of ill moves, and harsh words to break that down.

Today on this fine day, Mandy had a job interview for a new job she'd had an eye on for some time now. It was a waitress position, but with Mandy knowing the owner, she knew she could probably get promoted to the top fast. That was the only reason she wasn't hanging around the Green's home, as she usually did.

In fact, she was on her way there, when some "thing" came out of nowhere, and went into the street. Mandy hid behind a tree, some blocks away, watching. The "thing" had sucked the life out of the poor old man, blood trickling down the sidewalk. It shined in the dull street lamp. Mandy clamped her hand over her mouth, in utter terror to go anywhere near it. She felt a chill go up her spine, and she squeaked. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, and she bit her lip, hoping the shadowy figure didn't hear her childish squeal. It wouldn't only be terrifying to have that "thing" come to her, but then she'd be embarrassed, and literally die of embarrassment.

Soon, the "thing" left, and police were everywhere. She was blinded temporarily from all the flashing red and blue lights atop their cars, but quickly regained her sight. Mandy kept her head low, and hurried across the street from that gruesome murder scene.

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Connor's alarm went off, and he was about to smack the poor thing into silence when he heard the words "Murder in Calpin". "I knew it! Tia! I told you the small towns are the ones with the awesome murder stories they show on TV!" He ran downstairs to the main TV, turning it on, letting it ramble as he got ready for school, paying close attention, waiting for a name, to judge whether or not he was screwed and whoever killed the poor sucker had nothing against him or his family. Sure, pretty much everyone there was on a first name basis, but that didn't mean everyone was like family. If anything, he got along with everyone- wait. There was only one person in this whole town whom everyone hated upon for no particular reason.

'Psht, nah, a girl like her? That's...impossible. She couldn't hurt anyone like that...she never talks back or anything.' "But who could be the suspect?"

"Don't start playing detective, Connie, you know how those end up. Leave it to the police in the area."

"Stodn- Don't call me that! I'm a full grown man! And don't sneak up behind me!"

"Whatever you say." Pause. " Connie."

"It's CONNOR, Uncle Daniel!"

It looked like his Uncle was about to repeat his nickname again, so he simply walked out. "I'm getting breakfast at school! Bye Jon! Adios, Rita!" 'And maybe catch a glimpse of the crime scene...be on TV...'

His stupid, darkly humorous attitude dissipated the moment he found out who died. He had been identified shortly after his body was removed. The guy had been dropped from football, despite his talent, due to his grades, so he'd brush by him occasionally, but Connor never exactly bothered to figure his name, despite some moments of small talk. Now he wished he had either had a better connection with the guy or none at all. He felt sick in the stomach, staring at the screen inside the liquor store that sat at the halfway point to school. Now he just wanted to go home, feeling guilty for something other than picking on Aspen.

"...Its too freakin' early for this," he muttered suddenly, leaving without buying what he usually had for lunch, shoving his hands into his pockets, head hanging low. He wasn't even going to bother clearing the cut- wasn't like he cut often, anyway. Or at all. It was incredibly difficult to cut successfully without being caught. Too much effort for a bad record, was his opinion.

Now he was just busy moping on what a crappy person he had become. He would have known the guy better. He would treat everyone better. Now he was just some other bastard in the crowd who spent his free time at school going along with what the masses did if he was caught in the middle of it. Today, he didn't want to put up with fake grievers. He wasn't going to put up with anyone- everyone knew his facade, he couldn't afford to break it due to circumstances.

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It’s not the first time Alec had to escort Mr. Thompson out of the bar. The poor guy had been coming here to drink alone for as long as Alec had been working at the place. This day wasn’t any different. Noticing the slumped figure on the farthest barstool, Alec crept over.

“Mr. Thomspon?” Alec poked him on the cheek. All he got was a garbled response. With a sigh, Alec went around the bar, hooked the man’s shoulder around his own, and stumbled out of the pub. There stood the cab that Alec had called an hour earlier. The whole scenario had become pretty routine for him, so Alec learned to prepare for Mr. Thomspon beforehand. Looking at his watch, Alec noticed his shift was up.

The car ride back was dreary. Fog was covering the road, and Bon Jovi was doing little to help Alec stay awake. A sudden rush of police cars and an ambulance went by. Confused, Alec looked back at their receding colors. What was that about? He didn’t even realize there were that many police cars in Calpin. Alec tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. His mind immediately flashed to Aspen and Mandy. Were they alright? Alec shook his head. He was stressing himself out for no reason. He knew for a fact that his sister was at home, safe and asleep. And Mandy... she did her interview! Alec almost kicked himself. He totally forgot! Oh crap, she was going to kill him. Alec knew that by the time he got back she'd already be in bed. He'd have to make it up to her... maybe a long overdue date was in order.

Alec's mind was roiling by the time he got home. Looking at the kitchen clock, it read 6:02 AM. Excellent.

“Aspen! Time to get up!”

The usual lack of sound led to Alec dropping his duffel bag at the front entrance with a clunk. Heading to her room, he opened the windows to let the light stream. Grinning, he leered over her. “Good morning, Sunshine.”

Man, he probably took a little too much enjoyment from torturing his sister the ways he did. Oh well.

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The night before, Mandy had visited the Green's house, but Alec was not there. Sad and angry, she waited for awhile, leaving as he came up into the driveway, and apparently never saw her.

Mandy lived alone in an apartment in the heart of town. Her parents, being filthy rich, and not knowing what to do with the money they didn't need, seeing as Mandy hadn't gotten married or had kids yet, they encouraged her to go out and see the world. She had just returned from her half a year trip around the world, and thought Alec would be a little more excited to see her. She walked home that night, riding the subway some of the way.

When she got home, she took off her coat, and sighed, digging out a bottle of champagne she was saving for when Alec greeted her home. But, seeing as he was being a dick, she decided to drink it herself. "Stupid Greens." Mandy muttered, before taking a glug straight from the bottle. She walked to her couch in mid-glug, and sat on the couch, leaning against the back. "Ah.. alone again." She laughed, and drank more.

Mandy knew Alec knew that she was going to blow the next time she saw him. They'd been a couple too long for him to not know.

She was starting to hate Aspen. Aspen always knew where Alec was, and he always knew where his kid sister was. Mandy's eyebrows lowered in concentration. Maybe all she needed to do was separate them? Nah.. they'd never separate. She sighed heavily.

She hated Aspen Green.

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Ophelia, The Witch




By the time she got there, they were already loading the body into the ambulance. Enveloped in the shadows of an alley, she got little more than a glimpse of the victim before it was covered, but even then the lights flashing on her weary eyes made it hard to define anything and the noise in the park made it harder still to focus. The night was closing to an end as dawn’s first touch of warmth seeped into her limbs, lulling her to a state of drowsiness. Sighing, Ophelia slid down the wall till she was sitting on the ground, for once not caring much if she was laying on filth.

Tracing the bags under her eyes, she was watching the first rays of sunlight rise above treetops and buildings when the sound of wings flapping quite close startled her. A crow landed on her shoulder and then hopped onto her knee when she flinched at the sudden weight.

Cliff,” Ophelia groaned, head sagging forward. “Could you please not give me an heart attack this early in the morning?” The bird gave no answer other than a slight flutter of its wings. “I’m assuming you lost our prey…” Her tone was questioning but, really, there was no point in asking this when Cliff’s silence said it all. A deep frown settled over her brow as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, a pained moan escaping though gritted teeth.

This was beyond frustrating. They had been trying to hunt down that thing, whatever it was, all night. At first, it almost seemed too easy; Cliff had quickly caught its scent, and its presence was so palpable, even to her, that it was almost impossible to loose track of. They’d been able to follow that thing from its first to last kill, but no matter what they did, the shadowy figure was just too fast and always one step ahead of them, no more no less. Which was infuriating because there were so many moments it felt they were just that close to catching it.

But now it was gone, leaving nothing behind but the bodies of its victims. The failure would’ve tasted much more bitter if she weren’t so damn tired.

I say we call it a day, Cliff,” she sighed, standing up with the crow now on her shoulder. “I don’t think our murderous friend will be gracing us with its presence, at least not for a while. He seems rather fond of the night.” The crow gave a loud caw as if to agree, though Ophelia would’ve appreciated if it hadn’t been so close to her ear. Probably did it on purpose as well, the old scamp.

Moving deeper into the alley and away from the sun’s reaches, Ophelia sauntered over to the side of a store just at the end of the alley. There, she stepped forward to stand in front of a display window. Raising her hand, she touched the surface with the point of her finger. Suddenly, golden swirls wrapped around her finger and ripples formed around it on the window, the whole surface seemingly turning into water. Though instead of reflecting Ophelia’s and Cliff's image back at them, it actually showed what looked like a big and odd looking room.

Diving right in, she disappeared through the still waters, leaving nothing but a perfectly normal window display behind.



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They drove through the night. An old man in a mauve crushed-velvet jacket and sunglasses, a woman in a simple blouse and slacks, and a rather talkative parrot. Were it any other person, it would have seemed the setup to a particularly humorous joke; however, the universe isn't so kind, and this situation, however comical it might seem from the outside, was in fact perfectly serious. The man was Mister G. Harlowe, and the woman was Clotilde, and the parrot's name was James, although he was presumed to have another name that only a select few actually spoke. Mister Harlowe was very strict about his secrets, though; and as such, nobody knew whether James the Parrot had any name other than James the Parrot, and to be honest - not too many were inclined to find out.

Mister G. Harlowe had nodded off several times during the rather long journey, despite the animated state in which the odd trio had begun it, no doubt a sign of his age. But when the group arrived at Calpin, at all-too-early in the morning, no less, Mister G. Harlowe was quick to rouse himself, retrieving his oaken cane from where it rested against his thigh.

"We have arrived," Clotilde and Mister Harlowe said, with eerie synchronization. Clotilde would have been startled by this when she had started her service under Mister G. Harlowe, but now, three years after her contract had been signed, she found her reaction dulled to just a blink. Mister Harlowe flashed his odd, thin-lipped smile at her and popped the door of the car open. James, stirred by the bing-bing-binging of the door's alarm, fluttered over from the back of the car to assume his position at Mister Harlowe's shoulder.

They were in a community parking lot in front of a mid-scale motel, Clotilde holding two sizable luggage bags and Mister Harlowe himself unloading a few more from the trunk of their car before hauling it to the lobby, where a half-asleep young man with scruffy hair and a farmer's build was scribbling busily over a set of worksheets on the front desk. Mister Harlowe cleared his throat audibly before walking up to the desk and prodding the young man in the shoulder. "Young man," He said in his oddly soothing voice, "I'd like to rent two rooms for an indefinite period of time. You will be paid very well for your services, I assure you."

The young man stared for a few moments. "... You got a parrot on your shoulder."

Mister Harlowe blinked, then turned to his left, where James rested at the crook of his neck. He appeared to blink behind his tiny sunglasses, then turned his attention back to the young man. "Yes, it would seem that I do. And I believe his name is James, and he's been unusually quiet this whole time." He adjusted his shoulder a few times, jostling the parrot. "James. James, introduce yourself."

"AWWWWWK MOTHERFUCKIN' HELL WHAT"

"This young man's taken notice of you, it would seem." Mister Harlowe grinned at James' outburst.

"FUCKER WOKE ME UP FROM MY FUCKIN NAP I AIN'T FUCKIN INTRODUCING SHIT"

"... Rude, James."

"FUCKIN' SCREW HIM"

Harlowe seemed taken aback. He looked to Clotilde, then to the young man. "... I apologize. My companion is quite ill-tempered at times. You would do best to see that we get our rooms arranged posthaste, sir, or he tends to... Peck." As if to amplify this last point, James the Parrot let out a loud SKWAWK and flailed his wings, as if he were about to take off. Perturbed, the young man went and got two room keys from the back wall of the reception desk and presented them to Mister Harlowe, who smiled his best sweet-old-man smile and nodded. "Thank you, young man." And then he strode off down the hallway towards his room.

'I'm going to have my work cut out for me in this town, it would seem...' Harlowe thought to himself as he walked away.

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Well, if everyone is still interested and we can get The Agent filled at some point, then I wouldn't mind picking up where we left off.

I have also made a chat room so we can all talk directly without the use of OOC.

Come over for a visit if you're still around. http://us19.chatzy.com/87094143385881

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FUCK. I'm sorry. I got called in basically every day I was supposed to have off the last few weeks. My fucking coworker is awful and I just today finally managed to have an actual /day off/.

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I think this roleplay has died. I tried to keep it alive, but it wasn't meant to be. :C You all had cool characters, but people aren't interested.

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I'm afraid to ask, but did something happen to Cypher? Has he been saying anything, Kagerou? What's going to happen to this roleplay? Can we just go ahead and post something?

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Oh my god, Quill. You're so cute.

I am waiting on Riley's post so I can post again. Hmm.

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Did anybody else loose it when the parrot, James, began to talk? 'Cause I sure as hell did! XD That was so… unexpected and funny. Mister G. Harlowe and James are now in my favorite man/parrot duos list, right next to Captain Haddock and Iago from The Adventures of Tintin ^_^.

lol, also, I was reading the dialogue a bit too loud and my roommate gave me the weirdest look at my sorry attempts to imitate a swearing parrot…

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Aww, thank you, Kagerou :D You are the coolest chief ever! And I'm glad you like Ophelia :)

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Quill, you are the cutest thing ever. Just saying. It's completely fine! :D I just don't want this to die after all the effort I put into it~

You are forgiven, child. Don't worry about it.

Have I told you how much I love Ophelia. She is awesome and I love what she is. <3

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I'm so sorry, Kagerou! There is no excuse, I know T_T Why does my brain choose to have writer's block at the worst possible moment? That's it, no more cookies for you, brain!

But thankfully I managed to post something, so please forgive me, chief T_T

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Fuckin' hell. Damn right, Private. <3

Thanks, bruh.

I still dunno what exactly to call you, actually. On Skype, I know. But I dunno if you want everyone to know your real name here. lul.

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Fuckin' hell, sorry, b0ss.

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Hey, Cypher?

I know you've been super busy, but if you could post, that would be awesome.

Quill, you too.

Since Ves hasn't been on since the 12th of July with no explanation, I will be either destroying their character or making them a NPC. I'd rather have the first option since all the characters that are playable are important.

Sorry, Vesenia! :C

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So guys.

Feeling super shit again. Bad breakup. Will be here, but I don't know about the quality of posts from me. I will try, though.

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Quill wrote:Oh Cypher, had to chuckle a bit at your comment when I actually remembered who Dylan O' Brien was XD. Do you have a face claim already? If not, I guess I would suggest Chace Crawford (at least in some gifs, where he does in fact have a stubble and looks younger). What do you think? Maybe a bit too adult looking?

Hey, Kagerou, liked the fact that the shadowy figure Aspen accidentally created is "choosing" its victims somewhat at random because it didn't get any information on what Riley looks like. Nice touch.


Goddamn phenomenal. You're wonderful, Quill.

It's funny, because I mentioned having trouble with FCs in another thread and the first thing someone said was "There's always Dylan O'Brien". I wanted to remove teeth.

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There. I think I tweaked it enough to make some more sense. :D

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I literally came out of nowhere and posted. I'm afraid it'll be like that for a while. College starts Monday, so ill basically be ninja posting on the rps i'm in(I feel slight shame)so...yeah.

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Saxy, I love your post about seeing the thing, but the man wasn't killed outside the Green's home. It was in a park more into town. So I dunno what you want to do with this information, but....

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Yeah. I dunno if women will ever come into play because Aspen did say a group. But thank you!

Everyone is free to post, obviously. I have no clue where August is. :C

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Oh Cypher, had to chuckle a bit at your comment when I actually remembered who Dylan O' Brien was XD. Do you have a face claim already? If not, I guess I would suggest Chace Crawford (at least in some gifs, where he does in fact have a stubble and looks younger). What do you think? Maybe a bit too adult looking?

Hey, Kagerou, liked the fact that the shadowy figure Aspen accidentally created is "choosing" its victims somewhat at random because it didn't get any information on what Riley looks like. Nice touch.

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Post is incoming. As soon as I'm done and have the internet back, it will be posted.

Oh hey, internet. Got my post there? Cool. Onwards!

Also, Cypher, we should discuss somewhere the limits of Scribers. Since, you know, you have one character that is one and I have a character that is one. I totes want to hear your suggestions/opinions. I'm up for a Skype call any time or you can PM me.