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@ThatBackgroundSlytherin

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Age: 18-23
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Has anyone seen @@Poof lately? I have an rp with them and they haven't responded.

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Yeah they were on British Friend earlier today, but it seemed like they were in a rush

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A hiss sounded around him, high pitched and eerie. Tom looked around him in this empty abyss, fear enclosing on him. He felt claws around his throat, digging into his skin gently.
A man sat on his knees, dark hair draped over his forehead. Blood dripped down his black and white attire, a light grey base with dark stripes running down its length jaggedly. A bloodied heavily serrated machete in his arms.
Tom's breath caught in his throat. He tried to flee but the claws clutched around his neck dug into his skin harder, causing a piercing pain.
The man lifted his head up and tilted it sideways, the blood on his face flowing in a new direction. His smile was demented and his ice-cold eyes froze Tom where he was.
He got up and circled Thomas, running his clawed gloves against the shaking boy's neck. "We meet again, Thomas…" He hissed in his ear.
"Sycore." Tom growled, hiding his fear.
"You missed me, didn't you? All the fun times we had." Sycore whispered, his voice scratchy.
"You killed my best friend!" Tom growled, tears falling down his cheeks.
Sycore looked at him, an icy stare. "Did I really? After all, the blood is on your hands, Thomas." The catlike man circled him again. "Take a look for yourself…"
He looked down at his palms, crimson dripped off them. He saw her body there, just like when it happened. "No! No! You're lying!" Tom wailed.
"Am I now?" Sycore hissed. "You always liked the smell of blood… you wanted back what you lost from when those damn dogs ripped you to shreds. I gave you everything back, your eyes and your face, but still…. you wanted more…"
"No!"
"They resent you." Sycore hissed. "You killed Hunter's lover… Murdered her in cold blood." He tilted Tom's head up. "You killed Ember Charson, Thomas Laymaier."
Tears erupted from his eye. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her.
"And soon… you'll have more blood on your hands." The catlike man stalked into the shadows of the abyss. "I will not stop till you are drowning in the blood of your loved ones."

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100 Words A Day - Day 001.
As we're writing, we notice that there is a lot of pronoun usage that just pops up over and over again. Words like he, she, or it occur frequently, and when we're writing, it seems a bit excessive. Why all the rush?
Would we rather have these words replaced by labels, such as, 'the sister', 'the warrior', or 'the queen'? Now, THESE words are the ones that can get mighty excessive. When we're reading it over again, these labels can get annoying.
So, it's best to stick with your good old pronouns - even if it seems like it's wrong.

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Tom's hands shook. Seraph kill me! Kill me! Please!
"Shut up."
"Tom's no more little lady. I'm in control now." Tom's neck twisted sideways. After Sycore was done speaking, Tom used all his might to regain some little control. "KILL ME SERAP-!" Sycore cut him off. He could only watch now..
Sycore aimed the gun at her.
(rp stuffs)

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Met glanced over his shoulder over at the bar, where the lady stood looking disappointed.
"I… I don't know… thank you… for that…" He inhaled deeply.