LarayiaHunter

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Scholarships are never enough, tho

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Welp, none of us are even close to each other xD Im prob gonna go to Salve, it's just very expensive lol but what school isn't?

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psst, anyone still check this page? Seeing as no one really uses skype anymore, I was curious to what colleges people are thinking of going to/going to xD Maybe by some magical miracle one of us are going to the same one

I got into Salve Regina (#1), University of Hartford/Uhartt, and SUNY Cortland. I only applied to three schools, cuz i'm lame and lazy

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"Oh, just great," Bluebird grumbled, still sitting lazily in in her chair, "we're the bad guys. I kinda wish now that you donut-holes go back to worshiping us." She commented, looking up at the guards. She rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder, cracking her tight muscles. She got to her feet, stretching her wings upwards towards the sky to make her appear bigger and scarier as she looked at the guards darkly. She super wanted to punt thinks dweebs into the middle of next month. THe dark haired woman looked as if she was going to do just that.

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Bluebird watched the fight, her lower lip sticking out as she made a disapproving face. "If laughter is the best medicine, this Phase dude must be curing the entire world with his wimpy fighting skills." She commented to the other Rebels. "Ohhh, man, I really wanna kick his punky little butt." The dark haired woman added, lazily leaning back in her seat and looking upwards.

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Blue Bird crossed her arms, frowning at the scene. It was a lil' pathetic, but at least she could kick the chocolate stuffed ants outta people. Her eyes slowly scanned over those who were cheering, studying her surroundings. She looked up, quickly getting an idea of what she would be fighting in. But then again, this setting might be prone to change because, well, alien tech. Maybe they had some sort of hologram system that would change the setting each battle would take place. Maybe they wouldn't. The dark haired woman didn't really care as long as she got some fights in.

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OOC: PFFFFFFFFFT i just realize that there was an IC thread. This site has a super cool set-up

Bluebird just stared out into space, actually quiet for once. Fighting until you win some super awesome prize? That sounded pretty sweet. But she hated all this attention. She could make a sarcastic comment about the whole situation, but she just wasn't in the mood. "No alcohol...this place sucks," she complained loudly, "how am I 'possed to have any fun 'round here with out my booze?" Her beefy arms were crossed her muscular chest. Her two huge, feathery bluebird wings were folded behind her. "...And what the h*ll is a Blue Crusher...?" She hated it when people 'worshiped' her. She didn't deserve it, not like the others. The other Rascals were in this for a real reason, to help this crummy world. Scratch that, this crummy universe. BB was just in for the kicks, and by that she meant literally kicking losers in the butt. She was a thrill seeker, and being a Rascal gave her the high she sought out to find.

OOC: Also, it's been a while, obviously, since I've RPed the Rascal version of BB, so there might be a couple changes 'cause the BB I use now is way different. I'll try to RP her the way she is in the story, but I might miss a few points xD Honestly, I don't even remember her design for this one. Like, what she actually looks like xD The one I use now, I'm going to guess, is super diffrent

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suuuuuuuuuuuuuuup? I gotta figure out how'da use this website xD