Introduction
Dear students, This is not a test. I repeat, this is not a test. The Principal has been reported missing. Classes will resume normal schedule, but until the Principal has been found there will be no activities and field trips. Guards will now be kept at every exit of the school, to ensure the safety of our students. Please do not inform your parents of the situation, as it will be addressed momentarily. As the vice principle, I will take over the school until this has all been sorted out.
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The Sherlockian Accademy is the only private school in London (and the world) dedicated to help teens ages 14 to 18 become successful detectives. It's was named after Sherlock Holes himself and run by his grand Nephew Mr. Jonathan Holmes. The Sherlockian Academy has been running for 19 years, and on may 24th 2014 tomorrow, it will have it's 20th Anniversary. But what some students didn't know, was that Mr. Holmes had disappeared into the night without a trace! A whole new case has been thrown out to the students of the Academy, and this time, it's not a test. Official detectives have disappeared from even being near the school. It's up to the teens now to find out what's going on and put a stop to it. It's already been turned into an official competition to find out where he is, why its happened, and who's responsible for the disappearance. But will the students survive long enough to solve the case? Who will turn out as the master detective? Well, There's only one way to find out.
Team 1
Detective 1, Nicholas Palmer β Assistant 1, Catrice Edwards
Team 2
Detective 2, Iridian Frost β Aston Brooks
Suspects
Evariste Holmes, Son of the Principal
Cassie's Partner (Open)
Cassie (Open)
(More spots will open if necessary or if requested)
1. - No knowing anything that I haven't verified yet. Your characters can start off with special info, but only if it's verified by me. Otherwise, it's false.
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3. - Romance is acceptable, but not the point of the roleplay. If you have to, take it to the Pm.
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"This is going to be fun~!"
Nicholas Palmer groaned, removing his arm from under the sheets to reach up to the alarm clock. "It's too early.." He mumbled, feeling around the sides of his end table to find the snooze button. It wasn't until he gave up on trying to find it, that he dared to look. 7:02 AM? "Oh snap! It's only thirty minutes until the new students arrive!" Nicholas panicked to himself, sitting straight up and unplugging his alarm clock.
Nicholas arrived at the front gates of the school twenty minutes later with a few other Sherlockian students. Nicholas felt a little nervous about it, since that's what everyone else appeared to be feeling too. Everyone's just so used to completeing tests and solving fake Mystery's on their own, their not sure how things will change with students who've never been on the case before. However, Nick was a little more excited about it than nervous.
"Hey Nick!" A familiar voice shouted to him, coming from a girl about 14 with rosy hair and bright eyes. She skipped to Nick, to which he smiled at."Sup Cassie." "Have you found out who your partner is yet? I have! His name's Rick and he's cutee~!" Nick blinked at her and gave a serious look. "Rick? Are you sure? Alright then, but if he has black hair and smells like dirt, you better call the cops!" Nick responded, finally giving her his smile back and turning away. Cassie stood with her eyes blinking, while Nicholas never had to tell if he knew about his assistant or not.
As nick started walking away from Cassie, he began feeling bored again. Only ten minutes left on his watch, and he was quickly growing bored by it. But that was until another girl caught his attention. One girl that he had hoped to, and at the same time, hoped not to see, waiting out here for her assistant. Iridian Fost.
"Anna, heeey!" Nicholas greeted with arms wide. "What's sup? You trying to get onto the case too? Sucks for you! With me and a partner, I could beat this case faster than you could say Ouch~!" Nicholas told her off, loud enough that everyone in the waiting group could hear. Nicholas loved picking on people, but he hardly knew what he meant when he was talking about Iridian. Some of the people in the waiting group looked like they were listening, others knew better and tried to focus on finding the bus.
Anna let out a sigh as she stood quietly among a small group of other students in front of the academy. Well, I say among but really she was more off the the side. She'd arrived to school quite early that day, or really that was something she did everyday. Anna was many things, but never late. And never absent.
In all honesty, the black-haired girl was actually a little excited for today. Only a little bit of course. There was no way something as trivial as the news of some transfers could cure her constant feeling of boredom. Maybe she felt a little excited, but surely not for that reason. Her sliver of excitement was merely the result in the new mystery that has enveloped her school. This was no ordinary case, after all. If there were any students at the school who couldn't comprehend that then they really had no right to be here. As for having to be partnered with an assistant...well Anna would have to get back to that frustrating topic in due time.
"Anna, heeey!"
Anna narrowed her eyes slightly at Nick as he approached her with a seemingly friendly greeting and that incredibly annoying smile of his.
"What's sup? You trying to get onto the case too? Sucks for you! With me and a partner, I could beat this case faster than you could say Ouch~!"
She crossed her arms over her chest and turned so she wasn't completely facing him.
"I'm not trying to get onto anything. There's no need for me to try. And I understand your lack in self-esteem makes you feel the need to try and prove yourself, but do you mind putting your urge to compete with me aside and shutting up for once?"
Pausing a moment to adjust her balance, Anna shifted her weight to her left leg before lifting her arms and gently running her fingers through her raven hair. With a swift movement she flipped the black strands away from her neck, the locks softly settling around her shoulders, and then crossed her arms over her chest once more. She glanced at her fellow student for a second, her expression dull, before moving her eyes in the opposite direction, not really looking at anything in particular.
"I only hope this Ashton boy that I'm to be partnered with isn't as irritating as you are."
He took out a dark blue tie and and put it on the top of the dresser where Nya couldn't reach it. Ashton proceeded to button up his shirt when he noticed that the light in the bathroom was still on. He turned it off and heard a breaking sound, when he looked back at the rest of his room there was a sight to see.
Nya had somehow managed to climb up the curtains and jump onto the dresser, knocking down a lamp and was just about to reach his tie when he snatched it away. "I can't take you." He said compassionately scratched the cats head. I'm meeting the detective I'm paired up with today, I have to make a good impression. The cat purred as Ashton continued to pet her. "And we both know you'll just end up trying to eat her hair. He picked Nya up and put her on the bed. After arranging his tie and another glance to the mirror he was out the door.
I wasn't that late after all and he got to the school gates relatively early, it was only 7:15. He settled for a place a bit off from the crowd. He leaned onto the wall a few meters or so away from the gates and started inspecting the students that were slowly gathering. He wasn't all that interested in the missing principle case, mostly because he believed it to be a hoax. It must be just a welcome prank for the new students to give them a taste of what real mystery is like. Nevertheless he revised some last year lessons. What was it observe, locate target estimate distance and then take action or did he miss any steps? He was doing good on the observing part but locating Anna seemed to be causing him a problem and who could even concentrate with all this yelling.
Ashton turned towards the source of the unpleasant noise and discovered it was coming from Nicholas. That guy was always so very loud and seemed to love making a fool of himslef. He was apparently arguing with a black haired girl. She had her back turned towards Ashton so he couldn't get a good look at her face. Well, he might as well be polite and go say hello to Nicholas. At the girl's mention of his own name he stopped for a moment. Was this the mysterious Iridian he was to work with. He came closer to the pair and started speaking in a courteous manner. "And, with all due respect, I sincerely hope you're not this strident all the time."
Mornings. . . Catrice wasn't overly fond of those. Were they bad? No, of course not. They were the start to the day, how could they possibly be bad? Mornings were like the first pages of a book, they were always the introduction, the beginning of a bigger story.
Unfortunately, today's introduction was going rather badly.
"Why aren't you downstairs yet?" Her mother called from the kitchen, reminding Catrice that yes, she was running late. She had been supposed to be on her way to the Sherlockian Academy thirteen minutes ago, at 6:40. It was 6:53 at the moment, and she didn't know when the bus would arrive. Heck, it had probably already passed.
"One more minute!" The girl replied, pulling her socks around her feet in a hurry.
". . . Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven. . ." Catrice could hear her mother counting from down the stairs, the words only adding to her already existing frustration.
"Stop it!"
"Fifty-three, ten seconds off! Forty-three, forty-two, for-"
"Mum!" Catrice snapped, bolting down the steps so fast she nearly tripped. Shooting a scowl at the grinning woman beside her now, the girl rolled her eyes as she snatched her bag from her mother's hands and rushed out the door.
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The distance from her house to the academy was a bit far but not overly long on Monday, May 25th. The impressive time was due to Catrice running half the way and catching a ride on the bus for what was remaining.
She arrived at the school gates just a little bit over the time she had wanted, and quickly tried to navigate this 'partner' she had been set up with. What was his name? Nicholas Pa... Pal? Palmer? Whoever he was, Catrice only knew his name from a list she had been given through the mail. Due to never being an actual student at the Sherlockian Academy a day in her life, she had no clue who this Nicholas was, but she was sure she would hardly even need him.
Still, finding him may be a good idea.
"I'm looking for Nicholas Palmer, have you seen him?" Catrice asked as a rather cheerful looking girl skipped up to her, probably to say hello. The girl nodded, "Yeah!"
Catrice blinked, "Can you tell me where he is?"
"Oh! He's right over there!" The girl said happily, pointing through the growing crowd, "I'm guessing you're here for the case, huh? Have fun, working with Nick!" She giggled, almost knowingly, as she skipped away.
Shrugging, Catrice headed in the direction of which the girl had directed.
The crowd had grown big now and the girl quickly lost her way. Annoyed with herself, she turned to the first person she saw and asked for directions again,
"I'm looking for Nicholas Palmer, do you know where he is?" she asked, speaking to a blond haired boy who was caught up in a conversation with two others.
"Hello there.."
"Oh but my darling-" He froze in mid-sentence, interrupted. Just before he was going to go off about how better he was again, some little white-haired weirdo came by and stole the show from him! The nerve, he thought to himself. He listed to the boy's remark, while crossing his arms. At the end, his eyes widened with curiosity and held an expression of pure honesty. "Gosh! Don't get so clever, she's not always like that..." He expressed with crossed-hand motions, as if trying to keep too bulls from ramming into each other. "...Just to people who like fun, though. But hopefully, you're just as colorless as your hair... You two should get along fine! Anyways, I guess I should be going now. It looks like the assistants are arriving. Tootles! " He responded quick and hurried, turning back towards Anna and giving her a small bow.
"I'm looking for Nicholas Palmer, do you know where he is?"
Nick was a little relieved and surprised that he didn't have to go off trying to find his assistant now, but by turning his head towards the woman, that relief ended in a flinch. He looked actually a little puzzled to see her. Well, not exactly puzzled, more as if... upset, and dumbfounded. He turned around to her fully, and gave a small huff. "What? You come to an investigation and don't even know your partners face!? How foolish you are.." Nicholas rolled his eyes and sighed, crossing his arms once again. He let a moment pass for that to sink in. "..Oh well. I have a special question for you, Catty!" he smirked, and resumed his cheery attitude. "I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100.. Give me the numba that first comes to your mind, and I'll make the real judgements on ya then!"
Γvariste was pulled from a relatively peaceful slumber by a ray of light extending through the nearby window and projecting onto his face. He grunted in response, not particularly excited by the prospect of having to awaken. Though it didnβt take long for his mind to start up and realize it had already gotten more than enough sleep.
Scratching his head as he stared at the ceiling yawning, the young man fidgeted slightly in his rather tightly confined position laying on the couch of his dorm. The movement stirred a forgotten cell phone which had been resting beside him. Hearing the clatter Γvariste grabbed up the device from the floor and looked at it for a moment. Remembering the conversation he had with his uncle Terry the night before.
The man had offered to let Γvariste stay over at his place above the pub. The young man didnβt have to try hard to notice that his uncle seemed worried about him. However, Γvariste hadnβt taken his uncle up on the offer. Despite how annoying and tiring the past few days had been, the youth figured that he would be fine on his own for the moment. The only thing that seemed to have really changed since his father had went missing was that Γvariste was being pestered more than usual.
Putting the cell phone down, Γvariste considered skipping school today. No one would probably blame the son of a missing person for not being fully engaged with attendance. Then the thought of letting the situation get to him pissed him off. The old man was just sitting somewhere smugly anyways. Γvariste wasnβt about to be part of his fatherβs ruse. Even if the man hadnβt told his son about it. It was enough in character that Γvariste had no problem believing the man was just pulling the wool over everyoneβs eyes.
Rejuvenated with purpose, that of anger and spite, Γvariste rolled off the couch and went about his morning routine.
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Locking the door to his βinstructors dormβ behind him, one of the perks of going to a school your father founded, Γvariste checked his phone for the time. He seemed to have just enough time to drop by the cafeteria. Which was good, since he felt rather hungry. While he made his way, he set to thinking up clever insults for use against the pestering he figured he would be receiving most of the day.
Nick began to speak again, giving Anna the cue that it was now time to ignore him and walk away without another word. However before she even had the time to turn around she heard the voice of a young man behind her.
"And, with all due respect, I sincerely hope you're not
this strident all the time."
She turned so she could match the voice with a face, blinking with only a slight hint of curiosity in her eyes. It barely took her a second to figure out that this was Ashton, the boy selected to be her assistant on the new case. It wasn't that that difficult really. One could even say it was absolutely obvious, that 'one' being Anna. As for the boys bold introduction... She gave him a small smile.
"Ah, straight-forward. I like that."
"Gosh! Don't get so clever, she's not always like that... Just to people who like fun, though. But hopefully, you're just as colorless as your hair... You two should get along fine! Anyways, I guess I should be going now.
It looks like the assistants are arriving. Tootles!"
Anna had turned slightly so she could stare at Nick with an irritated expression as he spoke. When he excused himself she let out a relieved sigh and turned her attention back to the white-haired boy, her small, polite smile returning to her lips.
"You must be Ashton Brooks. Please, call me Anna. It's a pleasure to meet you.", she said with a friendly tone, holding out her right hand to shake his.
Ashton mentally cursed himself for speaking so bluntly. The sentence sounded lass offensive in his head, he hoped it didn't offend the girl he will be working with. His doubts soon disappeared as Anna spoke. "Ah, straight-forward. I like that." She even smiled. It had seemed that the greeting had upset Nicholas far more than it did Anna.
"Gosh! Don't get so clever, she's not always like that... Just to people who like fun, though. But hopefully, you're just as colourless as your hair... You two should get along fine! Anyways, I guess I should be going now. It looks like the assistants are arriving. Tootles!" The boy's rant surprised him considering the fact that his potentially insulting comment was directed at Iridan who he obviously wasn't the best of friends with. The joke, was that part about his hair even a joke or an insult, well whatever it was, it went over his head. Ashton crooked his head a bit to the left and watched the blond boy leave.
He was now alone with Anna, well not really alone since they were standing in the middle of a courtyard filled with their fellow students, but their attention was directed only at one another. "You must be Ashton Brooks. Please, call me Anna. It's a pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand for a shake but instead of doing so Ashton lifted her hand and kissed it. It wasn't anything special, just what he was thought a gentleman is supposed to do. "The pleasure is all mine, Anna." He said with a genuine smile.
"I think the welcome ceremony for the first years is about to start." He spoke after a short break. "Don't you think we should go, the vice principal might talk more about the disappearance. With at least 300 other students as competition we should use every opportunity to find evidence." By the discussion Anna had with Nick Ashton assumed she would be more than keen on solving the case. His words were spoken with the best intentions but they lacked honesty. He would be happier if the principal just popped up from behind the podium and said it was all a joke but that was highly unlikely.
It's not like he's not going to try it's just that he wasn't as excited about the mystery as the rest of his schoolmates. Ashton is rather good at finding missing things. How much different can it be with finding people?
Ashton took a step in the general direction of the auditorium the ceremony was going to be held in and waited for Iridian to follow or take the lead he was fine with either.
"What? You come to an investigation and don't even know your partners face!? How foolish you are.." Nicholas said, adding in an eye roll that Catrice thought really wasn't needed.
She scowled at him. She had been given the name, not the face of who her partner was going to be. While she could have looked into it a bit more, announcing the mistake wasn't necessary.
"...Oh well. I have a special question for you, Catty! I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100, Give me the numba that first comes to your mind, and I'll make the real judgments on ya then!" Nicholas said with a smirk and an annoying attitude.
'Guess a number'? What did that have to do with anything? Nothing, that was what.
"Fifty three." Catrice snapped, folding her arms, "And don't you dare call me Catty, Palmer. I don't want to here that nickname again." Her name was Catrice. That was it. No stupid short version that sounded like something one would name a pet. It was just Catrice.
If there was one thing that the girl hated that had an actual reason behind it, it was nicknames. They were pointless, stupid.
And yet, Nicholas had been all cheery and called her 'Catty'.
Still, just one little thing had no reason to get her so mad.
Catrice took in a breath and let her arms hang back at her sides. She was being unreasonable.
"I suppose that you know more about what's going on than I do, for the moment..." She said, looking around, "With that said, what do you suppose we do first? I was thinking we could go around and see if anyone has any news." That was reasonable, wasn't it? She had never gone to the Sherlockian Academy, much less trained to be an actual detective, but hearing that the principal had gone missing. . . that was an opportunity she saw and took. Already she could tell that her partner, Nicholas, probably didn't think very much of her.
Right now, asking him what they should do, she could definitely see why that was. Still, they were going to win. All the girl had to do was catch up a little bit and get into the swing of things.
"Tsk Tsk..."
"Fifty Three." Fifty Three? Fifty Three? Nicholas could see the outline of his relationship with this girl already, and luck just wasn't rubbing off on Nicholas today. He had expected better, maybe even hoped for the number Forty Seven, but at least she didn't say Thirty Seven. That at least told him she wasn't some dumb brit who would always state the obvious. And since she answered like she didn't care, that meant it was even more likely that the previous mentioned was true. He'd have a hard time with her, but at least she wasn't a Thirty Seven. Fifty Three would have to do... for now, at least.
Nicholas exaggerated another sigh and threw his hands in the air. "Fine then, Fine! Won't call ya Catty ever again..." Jeesh, did everyone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today? Maybe people without any color in their hair tended to be cranky. Now Nick wished he had paired up with Cassie, the ginger chick. She still answered a Thirty Seven, but boy did she used to laugh a lot...
"I suppose that you know more about what's going on than I do, for the moment... With that said, what do you suppose we do first? I was thinking we could go around and see if anyone has any news." "Hey hey hey, don't be assuming so much so soon, Cat rice...!" He acted out with a wave and the turn of the head. "Everyone here knows just 'bout as much as the next guy, and there ain't no way you can crack them. Trust me, I've tried!" Nicholas let that settle into her stomach for a little, just in case she was a dumb Brit. "...Buuuuut..." He grinned a devilish grin again, looking around and quickly whispering into her ear, "I know where we can get some info~!" Nicholas stepped back a bit, squealing and hopping around like a kindergartener girl getting told someone likes them. "C'mon! I'll show you!" He stated quickly, reaching for her hand and running off through the school gates.
"Hi Cassie! Can ya tell meh where Γvariste's at? You've always had an eye for him, you should know!" Nicholas eagerly asked his friend the ginger, who was hardly ever surprised by his excitement nowadays. She closed her locker door, locked it down, and pulled her backpack over her shoulder before she decided to respond. "Ahh, Oh! Yes! I uh, think I saw him somewhere over at the cafet-" "Hey! Why don't you knock off, mate? Stop trying to steal my info." Cassie's assistant Rick so rudely interrupted, walking from out of the men's restroom, still combing his black hairdo. Nicholas furrowed his eyebrows a bit, and pulled his chin up. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry! Didn't know it was illegal to speak to your own girlfriend!" Nicholas shouted, shutting Rick up in a second. Nicholas smiled and turned back to Cassie. "Don't tell him we've broken up until tea. K?" Nicholas whispered, patting Cassie's cheek and quickly reaching for Catrice's hand once again. "Onwards, little Kitty! We're getting closer."
Nicholas held open the doors for Catrice for a moment, looking around the somewhat crowded lunchroom for his friend. "He should be here. Cassie usually never lies. Not on purpose, anyway.." He attempted to reassured Catrice. "Ah! There he is! Youuuuwho~!" Nicholas shouted, abandoning Catrice on this one to quickly catch up on his good friend. "How ya doin', Γve baby? Sorry this is so sudden, but could I hang out with ya this lunch? Pleaseee...? 'Promise I won't steal your apple juice again!"
Instead of returning her gesture for a handshake the white-haired boy instead
took her hand and kissed the top of it. This instantly made Anna feel a little uncomfortable. Not that she didn't appreciate it, she'd just never met anyone who'd even think about doing such a thing. Frankly, none of the boys at her school were brave enough to give it a try, or dumb enough. This boy was a strange one...
"The pleasure is all mine, Anna."
She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms over her chest before turning her eyes away from his smile as he straightened up from leaning to kiss her hand. She wasn't about to admit that she was a little embarrassed, but she was. However Anna was a professional at keeping up her composure, so only someone who was extremely perceptive would possibly be able to spot her discomfort and for some reason she found it a bit hard to believe that Asthon was that good.
"I think the welcome ceremony for the first years is about to start. Don't you think we should go, the vice principal might talk more about the disappearance. With at least 300 other students as competition we should use every opportunity to find evidence."
She moved her eyes back onto him and replied, somewhat apathetically. "Personally I don't really see this as a competition. To be honest missing person cases come off as rather dull to me. The only reason I chose to participate in this one...well I have my own reasons." She gave him a slight smile, letting her arms fall to her sides as she passed him by. "But if this is going to be a competition, I'd rather be the first to cross the finish line."
She couldn't go letting that blonde idiot pass her up, at least. Even if she wasn't entirely interested in this case, she still had her pride as a detective.
The two of them made their way to the auditorium. At first Anna had started in front of Ashton, figuring that she should lead since he probably didn't know his way around the school. As they approached the entrance though, she fell back to walk beside him, however keeping at least a foot of space between them. Anna wasn't really fond of being close to other, both mentally and physically. When they entered, Anna didn't bother sitting down and instead found a mostly clear space along the back wall to lean against. Asthon could sit down if he wanted to, she didn't really care. Her mind was currently on other matters.
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Hey everyone. So..I was sort of in a car accident about 12 days ago and just got out of the hospital earlier this afternoon. Don't worry because I'm totally okay! Just wanted to apologize for disappearing for a while without saying anything, but the hospital didn't have free wifi...so I was kinda stuck.
Anyway I'm back and healing up good, I just can't be online for more than a few hours a day, otherwise the computer screen gives me a headache because of my injury.
Sorry for vanishing like that though, but it sure is good to be back!
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So whenever you're ready go for it.
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I was gonna pick up my posting order after truth posted.
So from what I understand it will be you Phoenix, then Truth, then me, the we resume the order from Love's OOC post a bit back.
Now I feel bad for not explaining more...
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I really am sorry about that. Just to let everyone know I'm working on a post for Anna right now.
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C-Character's deaths, I mean! Not yours... Oh gosh that almost came out wrong.. *Nervous chuckle*
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Feels weird posting twice before Bird considering the current distribution of character action.
Otherwise my next post may just end up being an "alone in the corner characterization wankfest". Which I'm sure I would enjoy, but it may not look appealing to anyone else.
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I'm really, really sorry.
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Just though I'd introduce myself here on the OOC since it appears my character has been accepted. Despite the sheet being mostly finished in a haze of drowsy and probably containing a few minor errors... somewhere. Something I hope to fix after ironing out a first post.
Anywhoo, just thought I'd pop in to say hi.
Oh, and this is probably a little late but, the best time of day to solve a crime is in the middle of the night, hopefully under a full moon.
Re: Keeping Secrets, Love?
Re: Keeping Secrets, Love?
I have a huge test to study for, so today is going to be busy for me but I'll try and post tonight.
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sorry, if I'm making you guys wait x_x
Re: Keeping Secrets, Love?
If we get another roleplayer in here do we have to wait for them to finish creating their character? Not that I mind waiting a couple more days. I'm a pretty patient person, but just out of curiosity.
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I have someone requesting a character spot though. I just have to wait for their answer, and then we may begin.
Re: Keeping Secrets, Love?
I need to finish Ashton's personality and find a theme song, I'll do that soon so I think we're ready to go.