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I like art a lot. I like poetry a lot.

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Oh my gosh Arthur is beautiful
Anyone posting soon? It's been two days, so I'm just wondering.
Can I join this?
What should I call this? I'd call it The Library but there's already an active roleplay with the same name.
Gwyn swallowed. This was so bad. She needed a smoke, god, she hadn't stopped for what seemed like forever. She missed the normal world.

"This is really bad, isn't it?" she asked. Well, obviously. God, she must've sounded like an idiot. "Well, yeah... I mean... we need to get out of the city. You think we can get the whole way in the car?"

Gwyn already sounded whiney, she could hear herself. She'd never gotten like this before, she was normally so independent. Guess being surrounded by killing machines with no real weapons made her a whole lot more dependent.
Ash listened to her music through headphones. She sat on a bench, miming the lyrics of the song. It was a pretty regular scene, Ash was very into her music, and she didn't care if other people saw that. She began to mimic the bass line, acting as if she was holding an actual bass guitar. Most people would be embarrassed of doing anything like that in public, but Ash liked to think of herself as more carefree than other people. Someone walked by and stared.

"What do you think you're looking at?" Ash snarled. The girl moved on quicker. Ash shouted to her. "That's what I thought!"
Accepted! I like the part about sandwiches
Sure, don't worry about it.
Expllo said
Unless that person is a masochist, Gwyn might be into that sort of thing.


Watch it
Gwyn rolled her eyes, running and getting into the back of the car.

"This doesn't make me the weak one." Gwyn stated, pointing at the guy. "You hear?"

Gwyn hated the idea of being the weak girl with the small knife - which is what she currently was. She needed to show she was tough, then she'd get a better weapon, and she could look after herself. She didn't want to be dependent on anyone else. All of a sudden Gwyn felt really nauseous, like she was going to throw up - right then. She opened the door and leaned over, spewing her guts out on the side walk. It must have been the stress of the situation, but it was weird for her to just throw up like that. Really weird.

"Sorry." Gwyn said to no one in particular, scooting over the the other side of the car to make their retreat faster. "Come on, let's get out of here."
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