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Current I WAS ONE POINT FROM RECEIVING MY IB DIPLOMA I AM SO MAD RN *internally lights everything on fire*
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I am perpetually digging a deeper hole for myself. In real life, that habit torments me daily. Online, not so much. It must be the fact that I'm hiding behind a laptop, but I'm not actually afraid to speak my mind. I'd like for you to know that there is a difference between knowing when to hold one's tongue and speaking one's mind. I'm pretty sure I've got that down pat (probably not tho, let's be honest).
While I'd like to abstain from holding the title of Public Enemy #1 and friendship is something I make an effort towards, I can take a hint. If you'd rather not be friends, I understand, and will gladly meet you with the same attitude you meet me with (if not take it a bit further (I'm sorry in advance)). Kindness, patience, and civility will be paid back, plus interest, as will rudeness, sick burns, and overall disrespect. Again, sorry in advance.
I don't think I'm too terribly argumentative. hm.... maybe I am.....

As for the things that actually matter on this website, I make an effort to write properly. I'm not bothered by any writing style because I don't actually know who's writing, or what their circumstances are. I will never correct any spelling, grammatical, or other errors (please hit me if I do). I think that it is rude to put one's hand into another person's creation. You wouldn't redo one of Picasso's later pieces, would you? NO! You wouldn't rewrite Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment, no matter how completely long and boring it is. Are you Picasso or Dostoyevsky? I think not. Both those men are dead. And, let's be honest, we're writing text based role plays on an internet nerd-hub. I am one of those nerds, and so to act better-than-you and more privileged is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. We're not publishing books here, people! We're writing on the internet for FUN. It's meant to be fun.

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Oh. Yes ma'am/sir/idk (I wanna be respectful cuz you're so nice.) :3
Yeah, it was meant for Lillien.
@sakurasan Sure. Mentions?
@sakurasan Yuumei is such an amazing artist! I'm excited to see these characters interact with each other.
Mornings in the flat smelled like bacon, toast, and groggy contempt. RJ was a morning person usually, just not today. He and one of his roommates, Lucas, had been up until three in the morning to sort out all of the details of last night’s bombing. The bosses had ordered all of the psychologists and social workers to stay late to receive the traumatized and hold any minors who were affected. Needless to say, the two young men were tired. The other two roommates, Amelia and Noah, were sympathetic, only not enough to break from their morning routines.

The radio played the local news station, which was still covering last night’s story.
“Four humans have been found dead. The rest of the casualties are reapers. Could it be that the infamous gang, Death to Reapers, is the perpetrator? Could it have been a suicide bombing group? As of right now, 8:15 AM, there has been no one to come out and claim responsibility. All we can say for now is that we all need to be careful, reapers espe-” it suddenly stopped as Noah unplugged the radio. He was NOT a morning person and yet another terrorist act was not aligning with his daily agenda.

RJ stared blankly into his bowl of Lucky Charms. His hazel eyes were not shiny as usual, but glossed over, dead looking. He was wearing what he woke up in, simply a pair of black jeans and his glasses. He yawned, blinked, and then checked his phone. Just then, it rang, making everyone in the room startle.

“Hello?” RJ answered, with a deep morning voice. “Yes sir.” He looked up with mild annoyance on his face. “No, I can handle it. Okay, let me get a pen and paper.” RJ slowly got up and grabbed a pen and a pad of sticky notes from the counter. He leaned against the kitchen door frame and stated that he was ready for the caller to continue. He scribbled down an address in his sharp cursive writing and hung up.

“Damn, what do they want you for this time?” Lucas asked. He was also annoyed by the call. The boys were promised to be given half the day off due to their overnight shift last night.

In the next moment, before replying, RJ’s face lit up to its normal sun-shiny state. He looked at the address on the yellow square with excitement and love. “There’s been a noise complaint,” he blurted. His three roommates stared at him incredulously. Noise complaints don’t usually elicit this response from RJ. “They’re reapers.” RJ explained. Everyone nodded in sudden understanding.

RJ went and put on a long sleeved olive green t-shirt and slung his bag across his chest. He walked back into the dining room to grab a set of keys from the rack on the wall next to his bedroom.

“I’ll pick you up at noon, Luke,” RJ said as he was heading out the door.

“Don’t bother. I’ll just call in sick today,” Lucas called after him. He wasn’t sure RJ heard him, as he was too far down the hall already, door wide open. The three roommates sighed deeply and continued to have a bacon filled morning.

RJ skipped down the stairs, jumping over the last few steps of each flight just to go faster. He left the apartment complex through the garage, found his car, and headed to Rosen. It was a shorter drive than usual. RJ was speeding down the road with a sense of urgency and adventure fueling him.

He pulled up a few houses away from the address he was given just in case something went south, as things often do at this job. He shuddered at the memory of some angry citizens going at his partner’s new BMW with crowbars and wrenches as they tried to peel away. The last thing he wanted was for that to happen to his own white Nissan. RJ snapped out of it and got out of the car. His pace as he walked towards the house was quick. He used his long legs to accelerate the process.

RJ walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. He took one step back from the door, folded his hands behind him in a ‘Hello, sir, would you like to buy some Boy Scout popcorn?’ kind of way, and waited patiently.
@Attis RJ was in college until, let's say, a few months ago. I guess that's why his coworkers were all ,
"hey, we have to go to that one bar again."
"Well, we've got that new guy."
.........
"HEY RJ"
@Attis Lol. Creepin. Maybe they're contemplating joining.
*wispers* you should make an account.
@LazyEgg You know... Probably. Although, he probably would have been sent by his work to make sure certain codes are being followed (no child labourers and that sort of thing), so employers and employees wouldn't consider him a friend.
So exciting! Yay!!
@sakurasan Thanks! I'm really looking forward to this RP. :)
@sakurasan I completely understand. I have edited my post in a way that (I hope) makes things clearer.
I remember a few kids who used to write super OP characters (children of gods and whatnot) that just KILLED the story.
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