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jay is my name and playing tall pretty women is my game ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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In Kakumei 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
When did Yari become a Stark of Winterfell? I like it tho


when I found out this face claim would look better for her personality than the other one haha

Kagemaru will always remain a black shiba inu though
In Kakumei 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In Kakumei 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll just drop this here for future reference

How do you do sheets like that on a cellphone. For fuck's sake.



it's all about patience my dude, despite what little I usually have

Cause they're a g-fam.

ur damn right fam

tfw the dog has bushier brows than the lee

shiba inus amirite

Also, i'm making one of the Jonin who also happens to be sn Inuzuka, so we'll probably have to discuss clan atuff l8r, as well as how well they know each other.


it just dawned upon me after going through this thread again that there's a discord so i should probably hop on that?

I just thought traditional hunters and the Inuzuka clan somehow went hand in hand with each other, but it's cool, we can talk ideas some time
C H A R L O T T E

• Shiganshina District — Wall Maria •


It was so unexpected, so unusual, this unfamiliar rumbling beneath Charlie's feet. Nothing prepared her for a painful face plant onto the ground beneath her as her legs were knocked off balance. As she snapped her head around to seek the source of the sound, fanning away the cloud of her now burst open flour sack, Charlie saw it. A skinless red hand - a huge skinless red hand - crushed the top of Shiganshina's protective wall with its destructive grip as it pushed its massive head above it. It was like she had lost her ability to breathe in those few seconds as she gawked at that horrifying face, the hairs along her arms and legs and entire body standing up the longer she stared. That steaming red face had burned itself into Charlie's memory.

The explosive destruction of the district's last remaining defence was the last thing Charlie saw before she was on the ground again, this time, blacked out for a good two minutes.

She woke up to distressed shouts and terrified screams, and within the ten seconds in which she had been trying to regain her consciousness, Charlie had been trampled on twice. She sprang up to action only to feel an excruciating pain throbbing in the back of her head, and a familiar metallic scent wafted up her nose. Despite her feeble attempts to run in whatever direction these other terrified people were, Charlie slowly managed to gain a rough idea of the situation.

The gate that defended her home from the titans beyond had been shattered, and now she was running for her life to escape her own death. It wasn't a dream. It was all real, the pain in her head was real, the screams were real, and oh god, the dead bodies that painted the decimated streets in their blood were all too real. Her breathing quickened, her legs tensed, her eyes burned, and soon, Charlie was running just as frantically as the other desperate civilians, enduring the pain from her bleeding head.

She had no idea where she was going or what she was doing, it was unlike her to be this influenced by such a chaotic atmosphere. Her heart was now thumping as loud as the back of her head as panic and adrenaline surged through her veins. Charlie simply followed in the direction towards the innermost gate where most people had headed, unable to count the amount of times she had almost tripped over a shredded corpse. It was all she could do in the face of chaos and carnage.

It was only when she was in a totally unfamiliar area, having been carried by the directions of other panicked civilians, did Charlie finally realise what she was missing. Her heart seemed to stop in that second.

Father.

…mother.


Charlie continued to run.
just dropping this here if anyone wants to have a look

If we were, then I imagine Zestasia would've had several assassination attempts done on him by everyone on the cast (save his brother...maybe).


I may have a post in mind for Clara trying to stop him from running into death's door if that's okay... You know, 'former big sister of five rambunctious siblings' instincts and such.
Possibly room for one more? Or are applications closed now?
C H A R L O T T E

• Shiganshina District — Wall Maria •


By the time the sun had begun to rise, Charlotte had already made her way out of her house to accompany her father to work; it was almost like every other early morning, making essential preparations at the bakery for what was usually a hectic working day. Up by five, freshly kneaded dough in the oven by six, and customers flocking in to buy either their breakfast or lunches for later by seven. The busy cycle of baking and selling would go on for hours after that, until the place got locked up at around eight in the evening. The spring season brought warmer weather and longer days, so around this time of year Charlie would be in the kitchen for even longer hours. 'Bothersome', she often called it, though not as often as she did during the horrid, unbearably hot summer months. Working near a baking hot oven for most of the day was more than enough heat for the young girl.

But this morning would instead start off with Charlie trecking off to the local market, with the kitchen running low on ingredients again. A dozen or so bags scattered across the kitchen wouldn't be enough to last the rest of the day, with the usual work shift eating up about a thirty ten kilogram bags of flour in a day. By half seven in the morning, Charlie was out on the streets again, making the long walk to the inconveniently far marketplace to bring back some much needed flour and yeast. With customers already beginning to pile in — even at this hour, her father suspected there wouldn't be this many people — it would become Charlie's responsibility to bring the ingredients back herself with her father very much occupied so early in the morning. With only half the man power than usual, she could only groan at the thought.

It was almost eight now, and Charlie had managed to purchase what she needed; exactly ten bags of flour and yeast which she would walk to the bakery and back for, one at a time so she wouldn't tire out so quickly at this time of day. She didn't want to make any more inconveniences for herself. Hauling one bag of flour over her shoulder, the real work began. If there was one thing she was grateful for, it would be her skill at carrying bags of flour with much less struggle than the average person her age. Any opportunity to make work easier was very much appreciated.

It was when Charlie was on her second round of flour that she heard the announcement for the Survey Corps' return. A crowd had already started to gather on the main roads, which had some of the younger children excited from all the commotion. Charlie knew the Survey Corps to be infamous for its low success rate expeditions, countless lives of soldiers being lost to those monsters beyond the walls. She had heard all of the critical ramblings from her mother; Charlie figured that it was perhaps a way of putting her off joining, if she was hilariously foolish enough to even do so.

Yet a gut sense of curiosity kept her from breaking into faster walking speed, and Charlie found herself matching the slow, solemn pace of the soldiers as they drearily piled into the streets. Even in such a chaotic gathering of people she could feel the psychological trauma of the soldiers' return, their miserable faces and tattered green cloaks caked in dirt and blood becoming a heavy weight inside her stomach.

But it wasn't a feeling that would last for very long; this wasn't the first time Charlie had seen such a sight, and unfortunately, it likely wouldn't be the last. She let out a quiet, casual sigh, turning away from the distant sight of the Survey Corps and beginning to pick up the pace again.

Charlie had become much too accustomed to this feeling to express concern for such an event. Like many others in Shiganshina, she would continue on with her life, with the return of the Survey Corps being nothing more than a small bump in her daily routine. Today would be just like other days, nothing less and hopefully, nothing more.
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