Introduction
The story is not set in our world, it is set in it's own world, that is similar to ours. There are cars, cell phones, and cameras. I wanted to give it it's own bit of mystery by placing it somewhere unknown.
In the world of Ferya there are people of all sorts. There are demons and angels, dwarves, elves, and of course humans. The world is modern with cell phones and high tech cameras and tape recorders. There is no avoiding the development of new things. Buildings are being built from sheet rock and steel beams. Cares zoom down interstates and planes fly through the large fluffy clouds. Mostly only humans inhabit the busy cities, as the other races prefer to stick to "the old times." There are still many parts of the beautiful world with cottages and farms.
In the small town of Mirrim sits a large mansion. The building is three stories high with a bell tower at the very top. it is said that part of the mansion was once a church. Legend says that the mansion was built by some of the first settlers of the town, but that they had passed away due to a famine and now haunt the many halls. The building went many years without an owner, but it has recently been bought by a wealthy family, who plan to put it to good use.
The Saiforro family has purchased the mansion and worked on it for about a year to make it suitable to live in. Every room has been furnished and it is the family's hope that people will move in soon. Anyone who moves into the mansion will be well taken care of. There will be food on the dinner table for every meal, bedding will be washed, floors swept, rooms cleaned, and constant medical care available. The mansion is open to anyone whom may need it, but it is mostly intended for those with some form of mental or physical illness.
On the first floor of the mansion sets a ballroom, office, dining room, kitchen, five bedrooms with connecting bathrooms, infirmary and several storage closets. The second floor is made up completely of bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and balcony. The third floor, which contains the bell tower, is strictly off-limits. No except the Saiforro family may enter this floor, and it is always guarded.
Barlo Mansion is open to beings of any race or species.
If you would like, you can even make a staff member! Below is a list of positions, but if you think of any more please let me know!
Nurse (Tarik's assistant)
Guard (They can turn into a bird)
Counselor
Chef
Maid
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In the world of Ferya there are people of all sorts. There are demons and angels, dwarves, elves, and of course humans. The world is modern with cell phones and high tech cameras and tape recorders. There is no avoiding the development of new things. Buildings are being built from sheet rock and steel beams. Cares zoom down interstates and planes fly through the large fluffy clouds. Mostly only humans inhabit the busy cities, as the other races prefer to stick to "the old times." There are still many parts of the beautiful world with cottages and farms.
In the small town of Mirrim sits a large mansion. The building is three stories high with a bell tower at the very top. it is said that part of the mansion was once a church. Legend says that the mansion was built by some of the first settlers of the town, but that they had passed away due to a famine and now haunt the many halls. The building went many years without an owner, but it has recently been bought by a wealthy family, who plan to put it to good use.
The Saiforro family has purchased the mansion and worked on it for about a year to make it suitable to live in. Every room has been furnished and it is the family's hope that people will move in soon. Anyone who moves into the mansion will be well taken care of. There will be food on the dinner table for every meal, bedding will be washed, floors swept, rooms cleaned, and constant medical care available. The mansion is open to anyone whom may need it, but it is mostly intended for those with some form of mental or physical illness.
On the first floor of the mansion sets a ballroom, office, dining room, kitchen, five bedrooms with connecting bathrooms, infirmary and several storage closets. The second floor is made up completely of bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and balcony. The third floor, which contains the bell tower, is strictly off-limits. No except the Saiforro family may enter this floor, and it is always guarded.
Barlo Mansion is open to beings of any race or species.
If you would like, you can even make a staff member! Below is a list of positions, but if you think of any more please let me know!
Nurse (Tarik's assistant)
Guard (They can turn into a bird)
Counselor
Chef
Maid
I do not have profiles made for those listed above, so you can still create the character however you would like.
To join, please submit a character using the following basics...
Name
Age
Gender
Race
Personality
Appearance
You may include a biography if you like, but it is not necessary. I prefer leaving my character's bios out, as it can give an rp more mystery and excitement!
You may start rp-ing upon completion of your character!
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 15 authors
Tarik stood at the front entrance to the mansion. It was move-in day for a group of residents. Of course, some may arrive the next day, but the majority were scheduled to arrive today. There was also an expectation for unregistered beings to arrive as well, in need of a place to stay.
He brushed out a wrinkle in his green scrubs and wondered to himself where the Saiforro boy was. Sir and Lady Saiforro were off on a business trip, so their son, Lark, was to be in charge during their absence. Of course, with the help of Tarik. He took this as a huge responsibility and was very proud. He knew that Lark was not yet ready handle things on his own.
He brushed out a wrinkle in his green scrubs and wondered to himself where the Saiforro boy was. Sir and Lady Saiforro were off on a business trip, so their son, Lark, was to be in charge during their absence. Of course, with the help of Tarik. He took this as a huge responsibility and was very proud. He knew that Lark was not yet ready handle things on his own.
Lark stood at the top of the hardwood stairs. The railing were well polished, all the better for sliding down. He knew he was techniquely an adult now but... it was so... tempting. he gave in and swung one leg over the railing and straddled it. He watched Tarik for a moment to make sure he had his back turned. Then with a "Yahoo!" Lark shoved both feet off of the floor and was sliding down to the floor in one quick motion. However, he could not stop himself at the bottom and was sent tumbling to the floor.
With a laugh he stood and fixed his shirt, grinning when Tarik rolled his eyes at the younger man.
"You really must be more careful," The medic informed him.
"Ah Tark, you worry too much... im fine," Lark replied with a grin.
With a laugh he stood and fixed his shirt, grinning when Tarik rolled his eyes at the younger man.
"You really must be more careful," The medic informed him.
"Ah Tark, you worry too much... im fine," Lark replied with a grin.
Leia came in, her master escorting her and carrying her things. Dressed in a ruffled dress and a hair ribbonin her hair, one could say she looked beautiful. Her master was a sorcerer, in fact, he was the one who put her soul into this body. But they were family, with him as Leia's father, more than anything. He took care of her and now, she would be leaving his care forever.
She remembered what he said on the subject, "I can't bear seeing you, a beautiful young woman, in a wheelchair." An accident happened with her body she was put into, and she was paralyzed in her legs. She could somewhat move them with help, but other than that, she couldn't move her legs.
She remembered what he said on the subject, "I can't bear seeing you, a beautiful young woman, in a wheelchair." An accident happened with her body she was put into, and she was paralyzed in her legs. She could somewhat move them with help, but other than that, she couldn't move her legs.
Tarik sighed and shook his head at Lark's comment. He then gestured in Leia's direction, "Your first resident has arrived... go and greet her."
Lark nodded and with a smile he bounded down the front steps and stood in front of the girl and her master. He then gave them a small bow, "Greetings, I am Lark Saiforro and I will be one of your caretakers while you stay here. And who may you be?" He asked in a friendly manner. Lark's green eyes sparkled when he smiled. It was almost as though he wasn't a vampire at all. He was too kind and gentle.
Lark nodded and with a smile he bounded down the front steps and stood in front of the girl and her master. He then gave them a small bow, "Greetings, I am Lark Saiforro and I will be one of your caretakers while you stay here. And who may you be?" He asked in a friendly manner. Lark's green eyes sparkled when he smiled. It was almost as though he wasn't a vampire at all. He was too kind and gentle.
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Aria looked up at the mansion before her, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. She could feel her wings twitching behind her, and she wrung her hands tightly. Crossing the threshold of this mansion would make everything final and that sense of finality kept Aria from entering. No, she thought, straightening her arms, clenching her fists, she needed this. She sighed heavily, brushing a lock of hair from her face. She picked up her bag and walked into the mansion. She set her bag down and saw a man in scrubs with feathers, of all things, in his hair.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone in charge here?" She asked.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone in charge here?" She asked.
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Tarik turned his attention from Lark and Leia. He smiled at Aria and walked over to her. "Hello young Ma'am. I am Tarik, the medic here at Barlo Mansion. Would you like me to show you to your room and help you with your things?" Tarik figured he would take over this job because Lark was currently busy helping Leia. The two of them could easily split the job and get things done before dinner. "You can chose a room on the first floor, or one on the second. The third floor of this building is strictly off limits."
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"My name is Leia." She smiled at Lark, and her master extended his hand for a handshake, introducing himself. His name was Xavier Hale. Xavier always told Leia to call him that, but she didn't, instead calling him "Father". Her master had short, red, curly hair with grassy-green eyes.
"Okay so... im not very good at introductions... im kinda new to all of this," Lark admitted as he shook Xavier's hand. "Um... would you like me to take you to your room? Im guessing that you would like one on the first floor?" He asked. Lark wasn't sure if that was an okay question to ask or not... he hoped that he wasn't being too rude or blunt. "Each bedroom comes with a private bathroom and a large bed."
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"Hello young Ma'am. I am Tarik, the medic here at Barlo Mansion. Would you like me to show you to your room and help you with your things? You can choose a room on the first floor, or one on the second. The third floor of this building is strictly off limits." Aria nodded taking in all the information. No going on the third floor. That instantly grabbed her curiosity. Why was the third floor out of bounds? The normal part of her told her that it was probably where the family lived. The other part told her a mystery was brewing.
Aria picked up her bag, "Lead the way Tarik," She smiled at the somewhat unorthodox looking medic, "My name's Aria, by the way."
Aria picked up her bag, "Lead the way Tarik," She smiled at the somewhat unorthodox looking medic, "My name's Aria, by the way."
Tarik smiled at her then led her up the stairs, "Because you seem to be well at walking and moving around I am going to put you on the second floor. Okay? I hope you don't mind... but I think it would be good to keep the rooms on the first floor open to those who may have mobility issues."
Once on the second floor Tarik looked from the left hall, then to the right. "Well, bedrooms are the only rooms on the second floor, so we can't miss, no matter which hall we go down," he said with a chuckle. And with that, Tarik took the left hall and opened the first door on the right.
"This will be your room"
(Aria has her own thread for her bedroom!)
Once on the second floor Tarik looked from the left hall, then to the right. "Well, bedrooms are the only rooms on the second floor, so we can't miss, no matter which hall we go down," he said with a chuckle. And with that, Tarik took the left hall and opened the first door on the right.
"This will be your room"
(Aria has her own thread for her bedroom!)
Thror looked about at the wide, double doorway. He sighed and thought back to better times. He caught scent of something cooking and swooned; this was certain to be the place. He wiped off a bit of drool that was about to make its way down his beard, shunning himself for that.
He looked back outside, his home for the last 7 years; then looked back at the inside of the mansion. He had no things with him, so the elegant but tall stairs would be little to him, despite his rather wide girth. Looking around, he saw that there seemed to have been little activity through the halls today, having seen few people come in today. He thought back to one poor soul who had been brought here in a wheelchair. He could only feel sympathy for her, losing things you had grown so accustomed to. Though, as he thought about it, her loss may have had more of an impact on her life than his had. He had overheard the man, Tayrik or something, tell the guests that the third floor was off limits. Not like Thror cared. He wanted a room on the first floor, as close to a dining area or kitchen as possible. He could just feel the warmth of a fresh cooked meal in his belly already.
He looked about, and saw a man near the stairs. Hoping to get a room and meal as soon as possible, he approached him hurriedly.
He looked back outside, his home for the last 7 years; then looked back at the inside of the mansion. He had no things with him, so the elegant but tall stairs would be little to him, despite his rather wide girth. Looking around, he saw that there seemed to have been little activity through the halls today, having seen few people come in today. He thought back to one poor soul who had been brought here in a wheelchair. He could only feel sympathy for her, losing things you had grown so accustomed to. Though, as he thought about it, her loss may have had more of an impact on her life than his had. He had overheard the man, Tayrik or something, tell the guests that the third floor was off limits. Not like Thror cared. He wanted a room on the first floor, as close to a dining area or kitchen as possible. He could just feel the warmth of a fresh cooked meal in his belly already.
He looked about, and saw a man near the stairs. Hoping to get a room and meal as soon as possible, he approached him hurriedly.
A young man with dark blonde hair quickly paced up the paved pathway and toward the mansion he would call his own for.. well, the time hadn't really been established but for as long as his issues persisted. Truthfully, he sooner needed somewhere to lay low during the day and hopefully not cause any harm to anyone; the nights, however, were something else entirely.
Yes. That's when he went to work. Yet, not only to work but also to play.
There was a rotund, bearded man who stood outside the mansion as though waiting for something. 'He must sleep like a drugged elephant..' Jordyn mused, 'But not without help to drug the elephant in the first place.'
He raised his hand to the neck of his blue satin shirt and fiddled with it briefly as he stopped his march in the open doorway- he had no one in tow and no bags, at present. Jordyn certainly hoped there would be no room inspections as time went on.
Oh. How interesting that would be.
Yes. That's when he went to work. Yet, not only to work but also to play.
There was a rotund, bearded man who stood outside the mansion as though waiting for something. 'He must sleep like a drugged elephant..' Jordyn mused, 'But not without help to drug the elephant in the first place.'
He raised his hand to the neck of his blue satin shirt and fiddled with it briefly as he stopped his march in the open doorway- he had no one in tow and no bags, at present. Jordyn certainly hoped there would be no room inspections as time went on.
Oh. How interesting that would be.
Tarik peered over the stair railing and smiled, he then hastily made his way down the steps and stood in front of them. "Hello Gentlemen and welcome to Barlo Mansion. My name is Tarik and I am the mansions medic." He enjoyed greeting people because he very much enjoyed meeting different kinds of people. The blonde, however, raised a red flag. He was so pale... well, Lark was pale. But Lark was a vampire. What was this guy then? Was he a vampire too? Or was he in need of some vitamins?
"are you sure this is the place..?" Muttered Marie as her and her older twin stood in front of the huge entrance. "I'm positive Ashe." James replied, calling her by her middle name rather than her first. "This gotta be the Barlo Mansion, can't be too hard to miss right?" James added. "I guess you're right..." Marie said hesitantly as she knocked on the doors. "Hello?" the twins said in unison.
Leia said, "Yes, please." Xavier put her bag down and left. "Are you able to carry this bag for me? It's fairly light" She asked. "Or, I can carry it on my lap, if you'd prefer. I don't mind either way."
The setting changes from Front Entrance to Aria's Bedroom
Aria looked around her room. The room was nicely decorated if a little plain. No doubt there wouldn't be any issues with her adding her own stamp to the room. If there was, she would just have to deal with that little bridge if and when she got to it. Aria dropped her bag on the bed and began to unpack, making sure everything was just as she liked it.
Satisfied that everything was just right, Aria walked to the window. She looked out, craning her neck in every direction to get the full impact of the view. This was wonderful, the view was incredible. Aria smiled. Today was a good day. There would always be good days just like there would be bad days, but today was most certainly a 'good' day.
Satisfied that everything was just right, Aria walked to the window. She looked out, craning her neck in every direction to get the full impact of the view. This was wonderful, the view was incredible. Aria smiled. Today was a good day. There would always be good days just like there would be bad days, but today was most certainly a 'good' day.
The setting changes from Aria's Bedroom to Front Entrance
Allowing his mind to wander for a moment while waiting for whatever authority figure to appear, Jordyn suddenly felt the sensation of a yawn growing within him. He let it take its natural course and brought his right hand to cover his mouth, simultaneously flourishing the five gold rings that sat on his fingers; they began between the distant and middle phalanxes (or first and second joints, respectively) and extended past the nail of each finger, ending in a pointed tip - a quick look would show that he bore five similar gold rings on his left hand.
Someone made an appearance and introduced himself as the mansion's medic. He made a mental note of the fact then offered a smile and polite nod, "Jordyn McTosh. Will there be any necessary paperwork?" Hopefully not - he wanted to get himself integrated as quickly as possible.
Ah, just at that moment, there were more people being added to the system. Lovely.
Someone made an appearance and introduced himself as the mansion's medic. He made a mental note of the fact then offered a smile and polite nod, "Jordyn McTosh. Will there be any necessary paperwork?" Hopefully not - he wanted to get himself integrated as quickly as possible.
Ah, just at that moment, there were more people being added to the system. Lovely.
Not heeding the newcomers and feeling a pit in his stomach arising, Thror began to grow impatient as to his meal planning. Er- Rooming.
"I don't s'pose you'd be able to offer up rooms nearest the dining areas, eh? I might be a wee bit obliged to take ye up on that offer. Bwahaha! But then, ye might be thinkin' 'bout why let me near the foods, eh? I won't be visitin' often. Well, once or thrice a day, maybe more. Bah, it be of no consequence. Set me up, friend!" With that, he gave Tarik a heavy pat on the back; not that he would have been able to do so any other way.
He was already rubbing his sausage-like fingers together in anticipation.
He looked once more at the newcomers while he waited for Tarik, and spied the golden rings all about one young man's hands. Thror grimaced. What was someone obviously so wealthy doing here? They couldn't possibly have been sent here for one of his all-but-forgotten sins, could they? He wrote a mental note to be careful around this one, hoping that he would be roomed far from him.
"I don't s'pose you'd be able to offer up rooms nearest the dining areas, eh? I might be a wee bit obliged to take ye up on that offer. Bwahaha! But then, ye might be thinkin' 'bout why let me near the foods, eh? I won't be visitin' often. Well, once or thrice a day, maybe more. Bah, it be of no consequence. Set me up, friend!" With that, he gave Tarik a heavy pat on the back; not that he would have been able to do so any other way.
He was already rubbing his sausage-like fingers together in anticipation.
He looked once more at the newcomers while he waited for Tarik, and spied the golden rings all about one young man's hands. Thror grimaced. What was someone obviously so wealthy doing here? They couldn't possibly have been sent here for one of his all-but-forgotten sins, could they? He wrote a mental note to be careful around this one, hoping that he would be roomed far from him.
(Ssssoooo so so sorry guys! Im here now! x/)
Lark smiled politely and took Leia's bag, "Of course I can carry it for you." He then wheeled her down the hallway and stopped in front of one of the heavy doors. lark opened it and walked in, placing the girl's bag on the bed. "This will be your room. What do you think?" He asked in a cheerful manner.
Lark smiled politely and took Leia's bag, "Of course I can carry it for you." He then wheeled her down the hallway and stopped in front of one of the heavy doors. lark opened it and walked in, placing the girl's bag on the bed. "This will be your room. What do you think?" He asked in a cheerful manner.
Tarik turned his attention from Jordyn and Thror for a moment and looked at Marie and James. "Hello you two, I am sorry for the delay, we are quite busy today with only two staff present to provide support. You may wait there for me or, if you's like, you may proceed into the building and chose your rooms."
He then turned his attention back to the other two. "There is no paperwork necessary. Everyone who has come to live here is under the private care of our staff. Your information will not be shared with anyone, if you so chose... in case any of you are here... in hiding..."
Tarik froze for a moment. He was there in hiding, and sure hoped that no hawkling hunters or poachers would come around.
The only time in which paperwork will need to be filed is when someone visits me in the infirmary. It's my personal way of keeping track of everyone's shots, illnesses, and injuries."
"And Thor, there are some rooms nears the dining hall. help yourself to any room that you would like... so long as it has not already been claimed." Tarik explained this, then was surprised by the hard pat on the back. he let out a low cough, but hid it with a smile. "Any more questions?" he asked politely.
He then turned his attention back to the other two. "There is no paperwork necessary. Everyone who has come to live here is under the private care of our staff. Your information will not be shared with anyone, if you so chose... in case any of you are here... in hiding..."
Tarik froze for a moment. He was there in hiding, and sure hoped that no hawkling hunters or poachers would come around.
The only time in which paperwork will need to be filed is when someone visits me in the infirmary. It's my personal way of keeping track of everyone's shots, illnesses, and injuries."
"And Thor, there are some rooms nears the dining hall. help yourself to any room that you would like... so long as it has not already been claimed." Tarik explained this, then was surprised by the hard pat on the back. he let out a low cough, but hid it with a smile. "Any more questions?" he asked politely.
"I love it! Thank you for carrying my stuff, Lark." She said happily. She began to wheel herself inside and hummed a little to herself.
Lark smiled and nodded, "Im glad you say so. My parents have worked very hard to re-furnish this fine establishment." He gazed around the room, it really was beautiful. The curtains were heavy and had floral patterns on them. And because Leia's rooms was on the first floor it had a sliding glass door with a patio.
James was fast to start running into the mansion to explore the place, but Marie was just as fast to grab his arm. "Slow down James..." She quietly said. James looked back at her with a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay ashe?" Ignoring him she looked at the man who invited them in. "Excuse me, is it possible that we can share a room..?" Marie asked, guessing that all the rooms had only a single bed in them. "Please." James added.
Leia said, "I remember this place a long time ago. It was said to be a church. I was only 130 years old then. I mean, I am a spirit inhabiting a shell. I'm a doll in other words. I'm in a sixteen year olds body right now, but I am about 200 years old." She smiled. "Betcha didn't guess I was 200 years old, eh?" She giggled.
No paperwork? That was certainly a relief; he never did like the idea of long hours spent in a bleak, dreary (grey, for lack of a better word) room while filling out form after form after form with oodles of information that never occurred in natural conversation or even unnatural conversation.
"When was the last time you did a medical?"
"Do you have a history of pulmonary disease in your family?"
"Diabetes?"
"What about tooth decay?"
"Do you like pizza?"
"Did you kill that man?"
"Please fill out in no less than 500 words why you're such an sad, little, psychotic *****. Extra marks will be awarded based on quality of outbursts shown."
Yeah. That was definitely something he wanted to avoid. Not to mention, writing with all those rings tended to be slightly difficult.
Jordyn blinked out of his reverie and shuddered internally, wait.. did he just say "in hiding" ? Now, why would he think that?~
"Of course, the infirmary." He repeated then found interest in that.
Waiting until the pig's food concerns (or, elephant.. yes?) were addressed, the young man nodded to the Hawkling's invitation to questions, "By chance, would you happen to have any sleeping aids in the infirmary? I just..." Jordyn motioned to his face, trying to convey the message that he had problems sleeping, "Yeah.."
"When was the last time you did a medical?"
"Do you have a history of pulmonary disease in your family?"
"Diabetes?"
"What about tooth decay?"
"Do you like pizza?"
"Did you kill that man?"
"Please fill out in no less than 500 words why you're such an sad, little, psychotic *****. Extra marks will be awarded based on quality of outbursts shown."
Yeah. That was definitely something he wanted to avoid. Not to mention, writing with all those rings tended to be slightly difficult.
Jordyn blinked out of his reverie and shuddered internally, wait.. did he just say "in hiding" ? Now, why would he think that?~
"Of course, the infirmary." He repeated then found interest in that.
Waiting until the pig's food concerns (or, elephant.. yes?) were addressed, the young man nodded to the Hawkling's invitation to questions, "By chance, would you happen to have any sleeping aids in the infirmary? I just..." Jordyn motioned to his face, trying to convey the message that he had problems sleeping, "Yeah.."
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This is where all celebrations are held at Barlo...
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Long carpeted hallways travel all throughout the mansion...
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The front entrance is the first place a person will step into when entering the mansion...
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This is where each household member lives...
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Feeling whoozy? Got an injury? Come on in to the infirmary!
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This is a room where those living in Barlo Mansion can hang out...
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Outside ↪ The Garden Owner: Alappassi
The garden at the mansion is full of both local and exotic plants...
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The stairwell and doorway that lead to the third floor...
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A great place to find a book to read...
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The large and luxurious feasting site...
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Come on outside for some fresh air!
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Need some clothes? Want to go out for a bite to eat? Why not visit the town?
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Just for the LOL's!
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Just for the LOL's!
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