@ScarletAndHerSides
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(Yay thanks!)
(Yay! :D)
( Yay, thank you!)
(I can't wait to see your characters.)
Name: Rory Bishop
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Role: Thespian
Relation to Abigale: Friend
Personality: ENFP, Laid back, will always look for the bright side, eager to please, Has a slight fear of social situations, don't rush
him
Appearance: Short jet black hair, blue eyes, tan skin, 6'10, dimples
Skills: Has good fine motor skills, flexible, very persuasive
Flaws: Too trusting, too optimistic, overemotional
Family: Adopted parents and siblings, two boys and one girl
Secret: Fears that he's failing in life
Other: Hufflepuff
Is he okay?
(He looks great)
(Thank you!)
(Is everyone ready to start?)
(I am…)
(I actually can't participate. Really sorry.)
(I guess I'll put the starter up)
Abigale was one of the nicest people you could meet… or that at lest what everyone was saying at her wake. Along with other clichés like "She was so young" "it's a shame" and "God must needed another angel." The girl did not even believe in God, She did not talk much to other people, but she always smiled when ever she made eye contact; that's got to count for something, right? Still this situation is strange knowing there will be another empty desk in class from now on. You might be here because you knew her or your own family is here to offer condolences. Most of the rooms were filled with chatter and the low hum of music. Both coming together to create a constant droning noise. Mrs. Spencer was making rounds trying to be a good host, but there was never a moment her glass was empty for more than a second. Mr. Spencer was no were to be seen; there was a small ongoing discussion in one corner suggesting that he has been at the bar every night sense it happened.
(I actually can't participate. Really sorry.)
(oh, thats ok)
(…could I join?)
(yes, you can sorry about not getting back to you sooner)
(Anyone still interested in this?)
(Yeah, I'll be gone in a couple of hours though)
(I'm still)
(wow that was a fast response time, well the starter is up if you'd like to explore Abigale's wake.)
Ellen shifted in her seat, resting her head in her hands. Abigale dead. Still felt strange to think that. Ellen's mind played over the last time she'd talked to Abigale. The quarrel they had had. Had Abigale still been angry at her? Ellen sighed, rubbing circles on her temples. The constant droning was getting to her.
(The Spencer's, Mrs. Spencer, Mr. Spencer and Abigale
Mrs. Spencer calls from across the room, "Ms. Weaver is that you?"
Ellen looked up. Mrs. Spencer. She got up and walked over. "Hi Mrs. Spencer."
"It's been to long." She gives Ellen a hug, "This place used to be like a second home to you and then… it wasn't." As note it's clear she is drunk and she might not be fully aware of what she is saying.
Vivian tugged at her ear, feeling hollow. Abigale was dead. What right did she have to even be here, seeing as she had never made much of an effort to get to know her? She sighed, sipping on some water.
Ellen nodded. "Uh-huh." Was she drunk? Ellen wasn't good with drunk people.
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