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6 yrs ago
Current I have friends over this weekend so expect slow replies until Monday!
6 yrs ago
I have been resurrected!
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9 yrs ago
I have decided today that I am a potato.
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I'm a twenty eight year old American girl who loves a good cupcake!

Here's a link to my interest check and character bank. Shoot me a PM if anything tickles your fancy!

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TRUFFLE BUTTER HAS SUMMONED ME! XD
@Melo
*Cracks her knuckles as the wind behind her starts to pick up. Somewhere in the distance a baby begins to cry as thunder cracks ominously across the suddenly pitch black sky.* Oh I'll show you what I'm going to do about it, Caesar. Also, WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT GIRLS THAT AREN'T LILA!? -- Clover (The ultimate yandere bestie.)

To anyone who clicked the hider under my IC post...




Hunter takes her by the hand and leads her towards one of the pools that has been shut down for the night. After taking a few wrong turns they finally make it and the ginger girl is a little disappointed at how easy it is to break in. She was kind of hoping that she’d get to break out the bobby pins, but all that separates them from the swimming area is a low fence that each of them scales with relative ease.

"You think the water's cold?" Hunter asks, peeling off his shirt and leaving him in only his swim trunks. Clover bites at the inside of her cheek as she takes him in. ’Yeah, I can definitely work with that,’ she muses, blue eyes studying the handsome slope of his shoulders before they flick back over to the pool.

...um,” Clover starts, going over to the water’s edge and dipping a toe it. “Brrr, it’s a little chilly,” the pale girl admits, yanking her foot out briskly. Lila had told her to be more forward during their seduction training earlier that afternoon so Clover swallows hard and say, “I-I guess that means you’ll just have to hold me close to keep me warm.

Oh god, was that as corny as it sounded? Fuck. Don’t over think it, just go with it, Clover. Make Delilah Duclerc proud!

I’m not as prepared as you are,” Clover confesses, reaching behind herself and unzipping the back of her dress. Her pulse is racing and her heart feels like it might hammer right out of her chest. This was uncharted water after all, she’d never tried to seduce a man she had only just met and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out if she was being sexy or way too goddamn forward.

’Don’t think about it,’ she tells herself, letting the dress fall and pool around her feet before stepping out of it. Her floral underwear doesn’t give her much protection against the cool night air and the skin of her belly starts to break out in goosebumps. Clover stands still for just a moment before dipping down to grab her dress and laying it over a deck chair, then sitting down in said chair to unroll the garter that held her phone, room key card, and lipstick from her leg. “I hate purses,” she explains a bit sheepishly, standing up and walking back over to Hunter before catching his hand in her’s again.

Let’s jump in together, okay?” she says, leading him over to the pool's edge and giving his larger hand a quick squeeze. “On the count of three. One...two…,

The redhead doesn’t wait for the three, instead springing forward and pulling Hunter in after her, letting out a shriek of laughter just before they hit the water.


Naya finds her spear first, then her dagger, both weapons lying by the tree Livia had speared her to. The witch winces at the memory as she gazes at the trunk of the tree where her blood still painted the bark in a macabre display. “...stupid wraith,” she grumbles as she continues searching, coming across her satchel beside the remains of her bonfire. She sifts through the bag and finds that Skellington’s skull is still safely tucked inside, but where is her grimoire…?

That's when she notices the vaguely familiar faerie in the clearing. Had she been here yesterday too? Naya couldn’t quite remember, all she could really focus on was the book in the other woman’s hands.

Hello Fae-thing,” Naya starts, shifting her weight anxiously as her eyes darted down to the worn book in the light creature’s hands before flitting back up to her face. The faerie had beautiful, expressive eyes. “I am Naya and that is my spellbook,” the witch explains, not daring to take a step closer and risking the other woman destroying it in a panic.

It seems like you’re struggling a bit to get free of the Deathwood,” the brunette states, nodding towards the different bits of leaves and earth that were still stuck in the other’s hair. “We could take you to the border,” she offers, shooting Uriel a look and hoping he was okay with it. “...you could even hold onto to my grimoire, j-just until we get there,” Naya adds, stumbling over the last bit. The last thing she wanted was for the child of light to continue to hold the warn book, seeing as how most of them looked down on that sort of magic as being unclean, but the witch felt like she didn’t have much of a choice.

@RiverMaiden @Polaris North
@Ace of flames01 Cash will let her feed Marlene her piece of bacon then. :P
@Caits Cash noticed her in that last post. ^.^

Location: Police Station and then Red Lake Café
Interacting with: Charlie @smarty0114


’Whitefang?’ Cash thinks, brow raised as the blonde teen hustles back to the kitchen. ’Well, ‘least he said somethin’ more original than Kujo. Does that make me Wheedon Scott then?’ the officer muses as he goes to take a seat at the table Marlene had picked out. If he had looked at it close enough when they had first come into the cafe he would have realized it was the exact same table Dr. Edwards had been seated at just moments before. The waiter comes back and gives him his cup of coffee and Cash immediately grabs the mug to take a swig, swallowing a mouthful of lukewarm, ancient coffee. “S’good. Thanks.

This kid looked sort of familiar. Cash squints at him, trying to remember where he know him from. Even though he’d been in Red Lake almost an entire year now, he still had problems remembering the student’s names after he met them. It didn’t help that it seemed like this little town was made up of mostly high schoolers, somehow. ’...Oh right. This is that Elwood boy, the one that graffitied dicks all over the mayor’s house in neon pink.’ The older man recalls, stifling a chuckle by taking another drink of coffee. That had actually been pretty funny. Completely illegal, but hilarious none the less.

"So what will it be officer?" Elwood asks, giving some sort of faux salute that has Cash scowling again.

Dammit kid, knock that shit off,” the older man grumbles, but there’s no real heat to it. Cash was sure the teenager was funny enough most of the time, but he was too tired from being up all morning to be much in the mood for all that nonsense. “Just toast. And two slices of bacon,” he starts, before tagging on a “Please,” at the end to show he meant no ill will.

A brunette girl walks in and begins to banter with the twins while another girl starts strumming softly at her acoustic guitar, crooning out the lyrics sweetly. Marlene’s ears twitch and she scrambles to her feet quickly, ready to bound over to the teenager, but Cash puts a hand on her back to still her. A lot of business owners didn’t mind him bringing her inside since she was a police dog, but that didn’t mean the officer would just let her run amuck and do whatever she pleased. “Sit,” he tells the dog, giving her a pat when she follows the command, albeit reluctantly. Then they settle in to wait for their order, Cash tapping his foot idly along with the melody.
@Remipa Awesome Sounds like you have a shy bird, my friend! How did it go? Tell me, I'm nosy as fuck curious!
@ChaoticFox Cash or Marlene will notice her in the next post, I promise. :P
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