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8 yrs ago
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

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@thewizardguy I'm totally down for fleshing them out. Do you want like a CS type thing on it?

Edit: also, WE SHALL MAKE THE STREETS RUN RED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE CAPITALISTS
Currently working on a post!
@Arista

Amber stared at her roommate with curious eyes. Mom never let her socialize with other people her age, no matter how much she begged. "If you played with other kids," her mother had said. "Then you'd never get to play with me, and you'd have to go back." That had shut her up real quick. Her mother mentioned something about getting a little sister once, but it never happened.

Amber decided, with her throat dry and fear in her heart, that she would defy Mommy's number one rule. "I--I'm Amber."
@Rosalind should they wake up in the chambers and get out or should they wake up in the wreckage?
@Rosalind yeah, basic layouts would be helpful
Currently working on CS as well, though it will take a while to craft so it'll be in your PM in maybe nine hours
Just as a simple question but what time zones to you guys live in

Edit: I'm EST
Amber quietly stared at her torn up sneakers as the old lady talked. Anxiety stirred in her belly. She hadn't been free to decide where she would go since before her mom saved her; she needed her mother's permission to get up and move, she needed it.

Once the old lady told them they could go, Amber took a deep breath, her hands shaking. She slowly stood up as a headache started to blare through her skull. The click of her shoes walking down the halls echoed in her ears.

I hope I get a window, she dared to think. Mommy never let me have a window for long. She walked into her room and stared guiltily at the window. Soft light filtered through the dusty glass. I hope she forgives me.

Amber sat down on her bed, clutching her bag tight to her chest, waiting for her roommate to arrive.
Oml you guys do move fast give me a bit to have an IC up
Name- Amber Right

Age- 15

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Straight

Appearance-

Amber has soft brown eyes and thick, curly brown hair. She is 5'3" and weighs about 110 lbs. Her body is small and delicate, and so are her hands. Freckles dot her face and body, but many collect on her knuckles, elbows, and hairline. She has a feminine build and rope scars around her wrist from when she was first kidnapped.

Backstory- Amber grew up in a household that was constantly feuding. Her mother and father were always too busy fighting to actually pay her attention, and when they did notice their daughter, they would take their frustrations out on her. But then her saviors came. She loved them so much, they were everything to her. yet paradise only lasts so long. The police found her and her saviors. They tried to reunite her with her parents, but she screeched and cried for days, begging them to bring back her real mother. Instead of dumping her back with her abusive parents, they sent her to the group home, hoping she would recover from her Stockholm Syndrome.

Personality: Amber is quiet and kind. She isn't shy, but she is reserved and tends to keep her thoughts to herself. She is not very outspoken, but if you get her talking about her mother, or art, or the outdoors, she will softly ramble on for ages.

Interests- Painting, nature, gardening

Dislikes- Stormy days, boredom

Fears- Confined spaces, her parents, the police

Issues- Stockholm Syndrome

Inspired by the song Female Robbery
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