Irisity
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Doing stuff today, sorry if i dont post a lot!
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Hi, I'm Mattie, but I go by Iris or Irisity on here.
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
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I shall have a female counselor CS up soon an fix Amber's pic
And can there be a female councilor? If so I may or may not retract Amber and make a new CS for the female councilor or I may keep both
Christ guys I do not care if it is short as long as it's not a one-four liner
Alice coughed after blasting the noise of a dead whale out of the trumpet. She scrubbed her tongue and said to herself,"No wonder they threw that shit away, it taste like braces and stale gum!"
While she was throwing the trumpet back into the death trap waiting to happen, she heard a foot steps approaching. She turned and saw a large shadow slowly walking around the corner.
"Teacher! Fuck!" She whispered under her breath. She looked around for a quick place to hide but eventually had to settle on the closet. She closed her self inside. "Okay, now just to-woah, wOAH!" Alice tripped and fell into the horn of a tuba. She slumped inside of it against her will while a trombone caught a strand of her hair.
"Fuck!" She said. Alice quickly covered her mouth when she remembered the teacher outside.
Please pass by, please pass by, please please pass by
While she was throwing the trumpet back into the death trap waiting to happen, she heard a foot steps approaching. She turned and saw a large shadow slowly walking around the corner.
"Teacher! Fuck!" She whispered under her breath. She looked around for a quick place to hide but eventually had to settle on the closet. She closed her self inside. "Okay, now just to-woah, wOAH!" Alice tripped and fell into the horn of a tuba. She slumped inside of it against her will while a trombone caught a strand of her hair.
"Fuck!" She said. Alice quickly covered her mouth when she remembered the teacher outside.
Please pass by, please pass by, please please pass by
Name: Amber Ablosom
Age: 17
Pic or description:
Personality: Amber is shy and quiet. She doesn't want to tell anyone why she's there, but she is pretty sure everyone secretly knows. The needle mark in her arms could tell you why. She had a normal child hood with good parents who comminicated with her, but peer pressure got the better of her at a party one night. She's been addicted ever since. When her parents found out, they shipped her off there for the summer.
Reason why they're there: Heroin addiction
Other: Amber does have a breaking point to where if you try to bully her or annoy her to hell about something, she will first beat the shit out of you, then she shall drag you in front of the counselors cabin in the middle of the night, then carve draw "Sorry" onto your forehead.
Age: 17
Pic or description:
Personality: Amber is shy and quiet. She doesn't want to tell anyone why she's there, but she is pretty sure everyone secretly knows. The needle mark in her arms could tell you why. She had a normal child hood with good parents who comminicated with her, but peer pressure got the better of her at a party one night. She's been addicted ever since. When her parents found out, they shipped her off there for the summer.
Reason why they're there: Heroin addiction
Other: Amber does have a breaking point to where if you try to bully her or annoy her to hell about something, she will first beat the shit out of you, then she shall drag you in front of the counselors cabin in the middle of the night, then carve draw "Sorry" onto your forehead.
Could I reserve a female spot? I can't get a CS up right now. (And by female spot I mean in the second female cabin)
DO IT
Dont worry about stuff being short. Considering I write short shit a lot, you all get free passes. Sometimes there's just not much to reply to
Alice laughed as she ran and marked all over the walls. She slowed down to catch her breath and look at the long sharpie mark running along the wall, completely uninterrupted.
"Woohoo!" She shouted and laughed to herself. She regained her energy and breath. The new student looke around their surroundings.
The wall that she had not ruined was painted with music notes and instruments.
"Never been in the music section before," she said to herself.
Alice walked by a few doors before she found one with the label: "Instrument storage"
She hesitated, then thought to herself, fuck it, no one to tell her not to. The student opened the door and stepped inside. The room was just a bit bigger than a janitor's closet, but cramped a bit beyond it's limits. Alive was surprised a bunch of trim bones didn't come tumbling down on her. She reached up and quickly grabbed a trumpet, bracing herself in case of a fall. Now avalanche of hurtful brass instructs poured down on her, so she closed the closet, taking the trumpet with her.
She use to be in band, back in 6th grade, but after a yet of torture from the bitchy instructor, she was done. Alice still remembered how to pull off a few notes.
Alice scrubbed the mouth piece then put her lips to it and blew.
"Woohoo!" She shouted and laughed to herself. She regained her energy and breath. The new student looke around their surroundings.
The wall that she had not ruined was painted with music notes and instruments.
"Never been in the music section before," she said to herself.
Alice walked by a few doors before she found one with the label: "Instrument storage"
She hesitated, then thought to herself, fuck it, no one to tell her not to. The student opened the door and stepped inside. The room was just a bit bigger than a janitor's closet, but cramped a bit beyond it's limits. Alive was surprised a bunch of trim bones didn't come tumbling down on her. She reached up and quickly grabbed a trumpet, bracing herself in case of a fall. Now avalanche of hurtful brass instructs poured down on her, so she closed the closet, taking the trumpet with her.
She use to be in band, back in 6th grade, but after a yet of torture from the bitchy instructor, she was done. Alice still remembered how to pull off a few notes.
Alice scrubbed the mouth piece then put her lips to it and blew.
Logan walked briskly down the side walk to the homeless shelter. She was wearing her best set of clothes and her nicest smile, paired with her coldest eyes. The other people walking around her averted her eyes. No one let their beautiful rich daughter out walking the streets these days. But she wasn't rich anymore, and she certainly didn't care if she was pretty or not.
It was ridiculous how they placed the homeless shelter all the way downtown. That meant either getting a cab or walking miles, and Logan didn't have enough money to pay for a taxi. They cost went up for cars, subways, and cabbies after the economic crash.
Miles and miles for Logan then.
When Logan reached the shelter, she took a deep breath. She wasn't nervous about much anymore, but visiting her father had dictated all her emotions. Her last visit ha gone disastrous. He asked when he'd be able to see his wife again.
Logan pushed open the doors and walked to the front desk. They gave her a visiting pass and she walked to her father's room.
She knocked on the door. "Dad?" Logan asked. She opened the door when a reply didn't come.
George Wellington sat in a torn up and beat arm chair, staring out the window into the courtyard here most of the people staying there worked like slaves. The only reason George got a free pass was because he was a respected man.
"Dad," Logan said as she kneeled by his chair and took his hand. His palms were rough from the work he did as a young man. He was born poorer than the dirt under his bare feet but when he was a teenager he worked and worked and worked until he sat upon a throne of gold and money. Now he was back at the start.
George turned his head to his daughter slowly, his eyes glazed over. He smiled and cupped the side of her face.
"India," he said, his eyes swimming in tears. "She told me you'd come, Lila told me you'd be here."
Logan frowned. "No, Dad, it's me, Lila."
"I have missed you so much India," he told her.
"Dad, please, it's-it's me. Lila. You know what happened to Mom. She..." Her voice trailed off.
"How is home, dear? Had any great parties without me?"
Logan told and told her father over and over that she wasn't her mother, that she was gone, she wasn't coming back. But George just kept asking her things about how Lila was and the servants.
"Dad-Dad, please, listen to me," Logan begged with tears streaming down her face.
"Don't you cry now, India. I'll be with you soon."
Logan looked down and released George's hand.
She left without another word and closed the door behind her.
It was ridiculous how they placed the homeless shelter all the way downtown. That meant either getting a cab or walking miles, and Logan didn't have enough money to pay for a taxi. They cost went up for cars, subways, and cabbies after the economic crash.
Miles and miles for Logan then.
When Logan reached the shelter, she took a deep breath. She wasn't nervous about much anymore, but visiting her father had dictated all her emotions. Her last visit ha gone disastrous. He asked when he'd be able to see his wife again.
Logan pushed open the doors and walked to the front desk. They gave her a visiting pass and she walked to her father's room.
She knocked on the door. "Dad?" Logan asked. She opened the door when a reply didn't come.
George Wellington sat in a torn up and beat arm chair, staring out the window into the courtyard here most of the people staying there worked like slaves. The only reason George got a free pass was because he was a respected man.
"Dad," Logan said as she kneeled by his chair and took his hand. His palms were rough from the work he did as a young man. He was born poorer than the dirt under his bare feet but when he was a teenager he worked and worked and worked until he sat upon a throne of gold and money. Now he was back at the start.
George turned his head to his daughter slowly, his eyes glazed over. He smiled and cupped the side of her face.
"India," he said, his eyes swimming in tears. "She told me you'd come, Lila told me you'd be here."
Logan frowned. "No, Dad, it's me, Lila."
"I have missed you so much India," he told her.
"Dad, please, it's-it's me. Lila. You know what happened to Mom. She..." Her voice trailed off.
"How is home, dear? Had any great parties without me?"
Logan told and told her father over and over that she wasn't her mother, that she was gone, she wasn't coming back. But George just kept asking her things about how Lila was and the servants.
"Dad-Dad, please, listen to me," Logan begged with tears streaming down her face.
"Don't you cry now, India. I'll be with you soon."
Logan looked down and released George's hand.
She left without another word and closed the door behind her.
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