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7 days ago
Current If you aren't angry, you aren't conscious.
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9 days ago
I think I have my writing confidence back. Feels like centuries since I could string together sentences.
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3 mos ago
🐶 Harvey (2009-2024)
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2 yrs ago
Vindication comes, so too does peace of mind as I close one chapter and open a new one.
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4 yrs ago
Sometimes I lie awake dreaming of being as consistent in this hobby as I was ten years ago.
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Bio

if you're petty with me

be prepared to deal with

the most crazy bitch

you've ever met


Micki | 35 (b. 1988) | Detroit | INTJ
Biromantic Demisexual | Bipolar/Manic-Depressive



Hi. I'm a role-player/writer who has spent over twenty-one years in this hobby.

I will pretty much write anything as long as my partner is cool with my inconsistent posting pace and momentum. I'm pretty sociable and I make dumb jokes all the time. My favorite things to write is capeshit, anime, space operas, horror, and slice of life/mundane drama. My writing level leans toward minimalism, but I try to give my partners/groups more than enough to work off of. I like to think I am pretty flexible.

I like cinema, music, and animation just as much as I like writing with people. My biggest hobby after writing is pop media analysis. Ask me questions or for suggestions and I'm sure to have something for you. 😎😎😎

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Interacting With: Scout @luft, Mitchell @alexfangtalon | Location: Delbrook School Grounds


Fun.

Always expect a Drama kid to think stupid things were fun. And then he decided to not make the connection that the two of them were related. The blonde supposed it wasn’t exactly obvious. The two cousins didn’t exactly look anything alike outside of being as white as a newly minted piece of chalk. Before either of them could explain their relation (or not, depending on their need to) he decided to bring up theater. Oh god. This nimrod wasn’t actually suggesting she tolerate Amanda fuckin’ Flanagan as a genuine, honest-to-god suggestion.

“Not my scene.” Ashlyn uttered before looking away from the two, eyeing up the booths and rides. “Think I'd be better off finding a good strong tree and a rope, because that's how I feel about theater.”





Cherrie Blackwell-Carter leaned back against the old Fremont Cottonwood tree, an expression of confusion and annoyance on her face as plain as day.

“Great...” The fourteen-year-old muttered, “...my e-mail has been compromised. Lame.”

This… Jericho Watson knew things about her that her grandparents most certainly did not share with anyone.

Her family lived by a big policy of honesty, but there were just some things you did not share. Cherrie hadn’t forgotten like most kids would have by this point in their lives. Not even a lot of moving around would hinder her from remembering such an insane thing to see. She was pretty surprised to be back in Ridgewood and it appeared someone had seen the same things she had. She looked over the message closely as more questions seemed to form in her mind. So, this Jericho Watson knew about what she saw. But why was he saying she was chosen for something great? Five others? How did he know they were at camp? Then there was the cliffhanger of an ending message which made this Watson person sound more insane than he already sounded.

Your world and mine.

She swiped the message away on her phone as she looked upward to the sky. It all felt so… childish. Like a fantasy. The only thoughtful conclusion the green-haired teenager could make was that it was a joke conspired by someone who had heard her grandparents mention off-hand in a conversation with her parents. Jericho Watson wasn’t likely this person’s real name. That or a lunatic had gotten in touch with her and truth be told the prank part felt a lot less terrifying.

So, prank it was.

“This has to be a prank. Nobody would seriously say that kinda stuff.”

Her eyes moved toward the cabins, catching a few familiar faces moving about. She needed to triple count the items in her bag. It was time to get moving.






“That’s super duper weird.”

Ryana Beckett looked over the e-mail. Not that she didn’t get weird e-mails now-and-again; it was more that the orange-haired girl shouldn’t have been able to access it.

Something about the internet and cellphone service at camp had gone a little crazy and even Ryana’s cavalcade of useless facts couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Other campers could make phone-calls but they were all limited to the camp, as if they were on a dinosaur internet network, like some kind of gonzo closed LAN kind of thing. The orange-haired girl had looked multiple times to the cellphone tower in the distance, wondering if the tower was the problem. But if that was the case her tablet wouldn’t have any issues loading Wikipedia or Google. She had even checked using a landline connection on one of the ancient computers in the counselors’ office! Nothing made sense.

And here was the e-mail. Talking about things she had seen once as a kid that she barely remembered. Jericho Watson? Recount what she had seen in grade school? Did she tell anyone? Did anyone believe her? Was this guy some kind of private investigator? Ryana raised a brow as she swiped down as she tried to think back to the third grade. Her parents were still together back then and well, that’s about all she had remembered particularly well. Perhaps she told her parents, but they certainly didn’t buy that whatever she saw was real. If anything they dismissed it as something she found out on the internet or on TV. She never went to therapy over it or anything. As far as Ryana knew the strange memory was a dream she had that had stuck with her for a few years before the divorce and sports became more significant things to think about.

She closed the e-mail, shaking her head as she pocketed her phone before shoving her hands into her hoodie's pockets.

There were more fun things to think about and grabbing a snack seemed to be the smart thing to do before she decided to find something to do.

Welcome aboard.
In Howdy 3 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Welcome [back] to Hell, fellow anime roleplayer.
Additionally Alex has PM'd me a few days ago about interest to do the Gold Ranger, so I'm working with them to fit that role.
Hello may I join this rp??

I am already coming to a final roster decision, I'm sorry. :(
That's a decision to make for me.
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