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\ yeah the cyborg is cool \
\ yeah the cyborg is cool \
Do you guys want to start soon?
Name: Koko Spiller
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: African American
Supernatural Ability(s)?: Cat Sith
Personality: Not very analytical. Often buries her sadness. Extrovert, very welcoming. Passionate and loves to tease. Lazy, though at the end of the day will get a job done. Is comfortable with anyone and everyone.
Appearance: Thick black hair tied into a braid. Dark brown eyes and skin. Always wears pearl earrings. 5'3. Short leather dress along with baggy white pants and slippers.
Background: Develop
Other: Loves to cook.
Do you guys want to start soon?
\ yasss \
Aww. Thanks you guys! Oh and that picture of Farryn looks really cool, book addict. Also, I am ready to start when u guys r.
\ Thanks! Same, I'm ready whenever. \
Let's start
I think I'm going to drop out. I've got some other things to do at the moment.
Aww darn. Well good luck doing whatever u have to do purple owl
Thx
Now let’s start. Setting: all of the characters are sitting at around table and are about to discuss their next plan of action to take down the cray cray government.
\ cool! Can I make Farryn late? \
\ cool! Can I make Farryn late? \
Yeah
\ yay! Does Typhoon want to start, since it's their RP? \
I lean back in my chair, twiddling my thumbs, "That will never work."
Oops, sorry. Typhoon can start
\ lmao \
TyphoOoOoOoOon?
/Where doth be our leader so we can begin this glorious battle against the dark forces?/
/Oof/
\ I don't think typhoon is on at the moment… \
S got up from her chair and walked over to the opposite of the table, where Jay was sitting . His head was on the table he looked like he had gone to sleep. Carefully and calmly, S placed a hand on his neck, searching for a pulse. After a short pause, S stated, “Dead.” She glanced at all of the other rebels sitting at the table, but still looked serenely calm.
/should we wait? I'm gonna be sleeping in like an hour, so…/
\ ok… I guess we're starting then. \
Farryn strode through the tunnels underneath the sleeping town. She was late for the meeting. As she hurried along, she checked to make sure she had all her weapons with her. Despite the fact that her contacts had assured her these people were trustworthy, it was always smart to be prepared.
She took a hard right and broke into a run, her long, white hair flowing behind her. If only that stupid guard hadn't stopped her, she might have been on time.
She finally arrived at the door, and taking a deep breath, opened it and stepped into the hidden room.
I would like to keep going if you guys don’t mind
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