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( I'm bored, what do our characters do until then?)
( I'm bored, what do our characters do until then?)
(IDK, IM JUST PAINFULLY PAINTING)
( OMG LOL )
(don't die)
(yeah please don't)
(Not today, I won't)
(^)
(YAY!)
(Not today, I won't)
(My friend came up to me earlier and said she was going to go die, and I asked if it was a two-for-one deal and acoording to the lady that passed us with a horrified expression on her face, that was not the correct response.)
(lmao)
( I AM ALIVE I HAD COLORGUARD AND THE COMMANDER MESSED UP AND GAVE US THE NAVY FLAG INSTEAD OF THE NEEDED FLAG AND YAH. It was really chaotic XD)
(You can interact with anyone but your soulmate. So make friends.)
(Can is join?)
(Can is join?)
(Yes, please join)
(Should we continue the rp?)
(Yay! Do I need to make a guy or girl?)
(It doesn't matter)
(Should we continue the rp?)
(Yes.)
(It doesn't matter)
(Okie dokie.)
The day went by and Alexis went home only when it was too dark to paint. She was covered in colors. Blue an purple and green and yellow covered her body. She knew it would take an hour or more to scrub her body clean but she didn't care. Painting made her happy. It was her way to show the world what she could do. But she was also nervous. She had her first gallery opening tomorrow night and she was afraid no one would show up. More than that, she was afraid people would show and hate her paintings.
(How about most of you show up to the art gallery and maybe a soulmate or two will bump into each other ;)
(Sounds good. Shrugs)
(If anyone is on, I was thinking that one of you could be Alexis' best friend. Or not, of course, if no one wants to. I just thought that it would make this a little easier. So we're not all living completely separate lives.)
After a fairly long nap, Izuki woke up. He was a little sore from rushing so much. He stands and stretches until he takes a small breath and gets dressed in a nice white button up, black slacks, and some nice dress shoes. He grabs his coat, before leaving his house. He sighs softly, heading towards the art museum. Might as well take in the arts of man. He hums, placing his slender hands in his pockets and gently humming under his breath.
Name: Chester Vitalia
Age (16-30): 17 (Can be changed)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual, panromantic with a preference for males.
Race: Caucasian
Profession: Starbuck’s worker… but I mean he’s still in high school.
Appearance: Silver hair, his natural hair color is chester (I’m sorry, I have been swallowed into the pun world.), sparkling blue eyes, about 5’7”.
Personality: Innocent cinnamon roll, gentle, introverted, positive… or at least tries to be, and shy.
Backstory: Quite average actually. He was born in Nevada and had many friends there, but his family always moves around, he’s went to many states. That made him not get attached to things as much.
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