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BimboTheClown
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STATUS: Hey guys! To all my current rp partners i will reply tommorow for sure! Im sorry ive kept you waiting 18 days ago
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Hey guys! To all my current rp partners i will reply tommorow for sure! Im sorry ive kept you waiting
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Low motivation right now, will reply when i get the chance :)
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New helluva episode has me SOBBING /srs
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Im obsessed. Hes got me smiling so hard my face hurts.
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When hes a RDR2 fan and you tell him the game is mid and explain to him why mario kart is simply superior (with a powerpoint presentation)
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Hey im Ace, and I am living for the thrills of horror movies and dystopian books, and a lover of all things clownish and fantasy. Im pretty new to roleplaying, but eager to get to know more people and explore more possibilities on this website. I struggle to keep track of time, but ill get back to you as soon as I can :)
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yo MB gng ill never say good luck again
Welcome to the guild! Good luck finding what your looking for :)
"What?" She jumped, snapping back into reality and turning to face him. Clover looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow. "Im fantastic thanks for asking. Yourself?" She was softly shaking, cold and startled. Another puff. She broke into a small coughing fit with a smile and put out her cigarette. While she recognized the person in front of her she was at a lack for where she had seen him or when they had met. Her eyes trailed back to the trees, narrowing as she tried to focus in on where she had seen the movement, looking for more.
"Have we met before? I know it sounds rude I'm just really bad with faces and names" Clover admitted, not bothering to look over at him. She was fighting disassociation to stay in the moment and have a conversation. She began to count in her head, over and over again keeping time. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two She began to tap out the rhythm on the dumpster, mouthing the words of the numbers.
"Have we met before? I know it sounds rude I'm just really bad with faces and names" Clover admitted, not bothering to look over at him. She was fighting disassociation to stay in the moment and have a conversation. She began to count in her head, over and over again keeping time. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two She began to tap out the rhythm on the dumpster, mouthing the words of the numbers.
zoo wee mama
bump
pm me please guys
pm me please guys
bump :)
bump :)
Clover stood with her friends while they pounded shot after shot, being the only "sober" one. It was always her job to watch after her friends and make sure they didn't go home with some random man, their drinks stayed untouched when unsupervised and to get them home and tucked in. She tugged at the neon pink bodycon dress she wore, pulling It down as far as it could go. She was uncomfortable in dresses and heels, having been raised by her father she was more of a tomboy. "Guys how much longer are we planning on being here?" she shouted to her group, to which only one of them even acknowledged her, only giving a shrug in response. You've got to be kidding me. She thought to herself, frustrated that she doesn't keep better company but she loves these girls with all her heart.
She needed fresh air. Clover pushed her way through crowds of people, eventually shoving her way to the back door. She stepped out and took a deep breath of the cold night air. Looking up at the cloud-covered moon she could smell the rain coming. She always loved the rain. Clover gently tucked some of her ink-black hair behind one of her ears and she leaned up against the dumpster, her eyes trained on the smoke rising from her still-lit smoke. With a long draw off the joint and a loud, hearty cough she sighed and ran her free hand down her face, trying to prepare herself to enter the building again. She was tired. Exhausted. All she wanted to do was return to her dorm and curl up in bed.
Terrissa, Clover's mom, had passed when she was very young. Unfortunately, she was a victim of a kidnapping and it was the cause of her untimely demise. It was a topic that often haunted Clover's thoughts, the memories of her father sobbing at night, the crime scene photos she wasn't supposed to see, the funeral. It was something that she was never fully able to get over. Clover began to experience what she believed to be hallucinations after the passing of her mother. It was mostly at night, so she tried to not go outside alone. Even if it was just in her head it spooked her.
Her eyes wandered over to the treeline across the road, she thought she saw movement? She stood there just staring because she was unsure of what she saw. It was deer season after all..
She needed fresh air. Clover pushed her way through crowds of people, eventually shoving her way to the back door. She stepped out and took a deep breath of the cold night air. Looking up at the cloud-covered moon she could smell the rain coming. She always loved the rain. Clover gently tucked some of her ink-black hair behind one of her ears and she leaned up against the dumpster, her eyes trained on the smoke rising from her still-lit smoke. With a long draw off the joint and a loud, hearty cough she sighed and ran her free hand down her face, trying to prepare herself to enter the building again. She was tired. Exhausted. All she wanted to do was return to her dorm and curl up in bed.
Terrissa, Clover's mom, had passed when she was very young. Unfortunately, she was a victim of a kidnapping and it was the cause of her untimely demise. It was a topic that often haunted Clover's thoughts, the memories of her father sobbing at night, the crime scene photos she wasn't supposed to see, the funeral. It was something that she was never fully able to get over. Clover began to experience what she believed to be hallucinations after the passing of her mother. It was mostly at night, so she tried to not go outside alone. Even if it was just in her head it spooked her.
Her eyes wandered over to the treeline across the road, she thought she saw movement? She stood there just staring because she was unsure of what she saw. It was deer season after all..
@wheels Depends on the plot thats worked out with whoever
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