Kuro,
Lemons,
Ladypug,
Taka,
PrinceAlexus,
Yankee,
Nallore,
AlteredTundra,
Urizen,
Asura
Sorry all, but my situation has changed in such as way that I am no longer able to run this RP; I'm going to be closing the game as of now, with my apologies. If anyone wants to continue this on you are more than welcome to use the materials produced for this and start a new thread, but I'm not able to dedicate any more time to this. I appreciate everyone who has joined and been involved in this process, and I'm sorry I was unable to keep this going for longer.
 Ritman Field. CJ lights a cigarette as she stumbles in her feet, the combination of burger and copious amounts of alcohol mixing about as well as they can. She is used to drinking more than she should, but there is part of her that is asking the question: should we have paced ourselves better? Her stomach isn’t swirling like it's about to eject a pilot of vomit–but she knows sleep isn’t far from now. Her eyes are looking to Ivy, and Jack, and back to Ivy. Though really she’s still thinking how to get Jack to give her an actual emotional response. To show something instead of slight anxiety. Would pushing her onto the grass do the trick? Pouring the bottle she was holding in her hands on her head? Would Jack actually tell ‘what the fuck’ or would she just sigh in indifference? She doesn’t do either of those things, though. Something inside her makes her just look at the capsule and sigh. “You think you could kick it for a goal?” She quips, particularly to no one, knowing full well none of the ‘athletes’ made the quickshot reunion. “I do like the burning idea, though.” Another long drag of her cigarette, “Set the whole town on fire. Maybe then people would fucking leave.” |    █ #1.01 WAY DOWN WE GO  bottom — Toolritman high [football field] interacting with: everyone  |
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