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6 yrs ago
Current Binged Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and fell in love. Was skeptical at first since it was by the same people who produced Riverdale but I was not disappointed.
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7 yrs ago
Heard my manager say "I couldn't give less of a fuck" and I think I'm gonna replace "I couldn't care less" with that piece of treasure
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7 yrs ago
Finally back! Apologies to my RPs I'm behind in I'll be using the next few days to catch up when I can!
7 yrs ago
Currently on a trip for 10 days apologizing to all the rps I'm in I'll try to remain active/contribute as much as I can while traveling around
7 yrs ago
Finished season one of Wynonna Earp and now has me in the mood for wearing leather jackets
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Kimmi
Age:21
From: United States
I enjoy making playlists on Spotify, art, and reading webcomics (LINE WEBTOON to be exact)
Favorite genres are: drama, modern, slice of life, school
Also, do banners and signatures as a small hobby
Currently in college dying getting a digital arts degree
And always looking to make new friends!
If you're chill, like 80's music, standup comedy specials on Netflix, or memes I'm yur girl.
Also I have a pet bunny named Luna

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"The bar?" Mirela pondered out loud. It would seem like the place a broker would work out of but Mirela didn't want to be too sure.
"Do you happen to know if they're hiring there?" Mirela asked as they walked the other direction.
She had a hunch that the magic community bar would be a good place to start, plus the money would help her survive this city.
Mirela walked along as Rachel handed her a playbill detailing a theater that was catered to magical creatures. She couldn't help but be amazed that the city offered something like this.
"I'll definitely need to check this out, have you been living here long?"

She had a feeling that befriending this person could be beneficial, but she will have to tread lightly...
One never knows if you could be scammed into something, especially in the city.





Class 2-C :|: ~8:30 :|: April 2



Kana was taken in by Jon's seemingly warm tone and nodded back before taking her seat just as the teacher walks in.
The cue for introductions was meant to be a bit tense yet anxious as you got to know who you'd be spending the year with. Instead, it was cut with a knife when another student abruptly introduced themselves and hinted for others to do the same.
Some of the other introductions were not as short and brief, which Kana did not mind. It gave her some insight on who best it would be to make friends with. There wasn't really any order so to say, so when the students near her gave their introductions, she figure that she will go next.

Kana stood up and took a small bow before saying,
"Good to meet you all, my name is Nishikori Kana, I enjoy music and playing tennis. I’m also new to this area and open to making new friends. As long as as you treat me with respect I shall do the same for you, but I hope we can all get along.” After her small introduction, she remembers some of her other classmate’s words. Some more distant and cold than others. And although she can see how minimal and unnecessary these icebreakers are, nevertheless your first words spoken here can either fade to the background or leave an impression on how people will view you the rest of the year (unless you prove them otherwise).
"Where do you work?" Mirela asked out of curiosity. She then realized it was a bit too sudden to ask a stranger that especially in the world they lived in. She then remembered why she came to the city and wondered if Rachel would happen to know where the information broker operated. Of course, that would raise some questions between them so Mire brushed it aside.

"I just need to head to the apartments and move in for now. I don't want to trouble you much, but would you mind pointing me there?"
The thought that Mirela could've easily fallen into the hands of a demon shook her core. When the girl asked if she lived in the student houses Mirela nodded,
"I do, I'm moving in today but... I'm actually a bit lost." She takes a look around at all the restaurants around her, a bit marveled at what the city has to offer.
"I'm Mirela Walker, are you a student at the university too?"
With a big open sandbox like this I feel a discord would be a great idea
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"W-witch? Does that mean you're also...one?" Mirela was reluctant to ask, knowing full well the consequences of letting a non-magic user know of their world. It wouldn't be surprising, however, if someone were to know. As it always seems to get harder to hide magic around a modern and growing society such as this one.
"I'm actually here for university...I'm actually a medical student. A lost one at that."
She had felt herself being pulled towards the red-eyed stranger. Each step towards this man felt heavy and forced. Inside Mirela was screaming at herself to stop and run away. The people passing by the alleyway don't even notice them at all. The closer she gets to the man, the more inhuman he looks. Did this man really come from The Commons?

Every possible scenario rushes through her mind. Magic user trafficking? Or could it be someone placed a price for her head?
Would grandfather really enlist the help of a demon to bring me back?

She didn't notice the faint footsteps close behind her but then a glass bottle breaks between her and the demon. It emits a blinding flash that breaks the concentration and frees Mirela (and also blinding her in the process). She feels a slight tug on her back and a woman rushing her to get out of the alleyway.
Though it was just another stranger, it was someone who felt like they didn't mean any harm. Mirela stumbles but runs in the general direction where the woman is leading her. She glances back and although it was still blurry and bright, she doesn't see the demon there anymore.

Once they reach a safe enough distance Mirela stops quickly to catch her breath and trying to get her eyes to focus.
"Thanks for your help back there, but who are you?"

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