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Suh dudes? Name's Llama.

Stuff I Like
- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
- Photography (I'm a professional, so it's kinda my thing)
- Film (Currently in Film School)
- Dogs (...no explanation needed)
- Good Rappers (J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Joyner Lucas, etc.)

Stuff I Don't Like
- People. (Jk, but I'm a super introvert)
- Cats (The antithesis of dogs)
- Lil Yachty, Lil Pump, Lil Xan, Lil Baby (You get the point)

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DeMarcus and Parker Blake

Location: Police Station
Interacting With: Cops / Unwanted



DeMarcus swallowed as the room settled. He balanced himself from the shake of the sonic blasts, but he saw that Parker had fallen over. To his dismay, the shotgun blasts had sent the bodies' blood every-which-way, including some landing on her sister. A look of pure shock rested on her face, and she stared at the body of Isaac Reynolds and the former Deputy. He rushed to her, kneeling beside her as she looked ready to burst into tears. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and used it wipe the blood from her face. "P, look at me. Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded, her ghostly white face crinkling as a tear rolled down her face.

"I-I think I'm gonna be sick..." She muttered, laying back against the floor and staring up at the ceiling, trying to regain herself. Her whole body shuddered as she tried to pretend that two dead bodies weren't lying five yards from her.

"We have to leave, now!" DeMarcus said, turning to face Linehouse and Elijah. "Sheriff, either you get us out of here, or I knock a hole in the wall, and we get out through that. We can't stay here. He turned and looked over to Lynette. "You okay? We're gonna have to get ready to move, one way or another. He warned her.

"What the hell are the Lion and the Morning Star, Eli?!" Parker asked as she stood. "I know some weird shit is going on, but people's eyes don't glow like that!
@AcerRo I'll post today
@AcerRo I'm here, just waiting for something to respond to
Sorry guys, been unfortunately busy lately. Will try to help out more in the collab
My post was pretty short, hope that's okay.
Sawyer DuPont



He lay on his board, rolling himself back and forth as he nodded his head to the song that played. Sawyer sighed as his peace was interrupted by a certain kid. He squinted as his eyes adjusted so that Reyna's features could be soon. He looked up at her with a scrunched face. He raised his vape to his lips, taking a puff. He exhaled, blowing a large cloud of mango-scented vapor directly up into her face. He inhaled and closed his eyes. "Screw 'em." He mused as he lay against his board.

He reached over and grabbed his Red Bull, taking another swig. He set his can down and put his hand against her shin, pushing off and rolling himself away from her. He leaned up and stood, kicked his board into his hand, holding it by the trucks. He slid his vape into his back pocket and picked up his Red Bull. He sighed and looked back at Reyna. "Shouldn't you be in daycare or prison or somethin'?" He began walking towards the Dixie Thrift Shop, letting Reyna decide if she would follow him or not.
Sawyer DuPont

Sawyer's Outfit(Thanks to Apoalo for the idea)


Sawyer's deep sleep was interrupted only by an incessant knocking on his bedroom door. "Sawyer, c'mon, it's 10:00, get out of your bed!" The voice of Aunt Rachel, or "Ray" as Sawyer called her, was becoming akin to a bell in the school hallway - it was necessary, but dear God, did it irritate him. He groaned and rolled over, tossing his covers to the floor. He swung his legs from his bed and placed his feet on the carpet floor. He blinked the groggy haze from his eyes and stood up. As his fan cast a cold draft across his bare chest, he instantly regretted getting out of bed. He grabbed his phone from its charger on the floor and checked his messages - none. He spent a minute absently scrolling through his snapchat, then tossed his phone onto his pillow. He stood back up to his full six-foot-two height and trudged over to his dresser, rummaging through until he found a clean pair of fitting jeans. He slid into them and then put on a low-hanging tank top with the Twenty One Pilots logo plastered across the front.

Sawyer groaned to himself as he looked into his tall mirror. Grabbing a hairband from his dresser, he tied his long, blonde-highlighted hair into a loose bun. He grabbed his shoes, his phone, and a pair of earbuds, and walked out of his room into the dimly lit living room where his aunt sat watching another news report about Olivia Ramirez. She looked up and smiled. "I didn't know my nephew was a girl." She said, noting his hair.

"Ray, it's 2017." He said in a tired, but humorous tone as he walked into the kitchen. "I can be whatever the hell I want." He walked to the fridge and and opened it. He felt the the urge to grab one of Ray's bottles of wine and down it like there was no tomorrow. Instead he reached past the wine and grabbed a can of red bull. He shut the fridge, dropping his shoes on the ground in sliding his feet into the checkered vans. He played his preferred playlist and stuck his earbuds in. Picking up his skateboard as he walked past the couch, he made a b-line for the door. He opened his redbull and took a swig.

"Saw, where you goin'?" Ray asked.

"To smoke weed and have lots of sex. Young people stuff, you wouldn't understand." He said, in a tone that sounded 100 percent serious, but Ray knew it was sarcasm. Ray, on the contrary, still had some understanding of "young people stuff." She was only 28, about 20 years younger than Sawyer's biological father. Because of this, Sawyer called his his "cool aunt Ray."

"Well just don't get arrested."

Sawyer, mid-drink in his Red Bull, gave an grunt of assurance and walked out of the door, letting the door shut. A moment later, he burst back through the door and reached into drawer of the end table beside the couch, grabbing his vape pen. He ran back out the door, dropping his board on the ground and stepping on it. He rolled down the side walk, dropping off the curb and onto the street. He propelled himself with his left foot until he reached Murphy Lane, which was fortunately a decently-sloped hill. He pushed off and let gravity do its thing, speeding forward at an increasing pace.

He reached the bottom of the hill, just as a car was pulling out onto the street. He tilted himself to the left just enough to not run into it, but he still caused the driver to slam on his brakes and curse at the top of his lungs. As sawyer rolled past, he stared the driver down and held up both hands, flipping both middle fingers into the air. The driver gave him a death glare but Sawyer just ignored him and took another swig from his Red Bull. As his board got him into what qualified as Dixie Inn's town square, he sighed and rolled to a stop in the middle of the intersection, forcing an SUV to drive around him, blaring his horn. He pocketed his vape pen and stomped on the tail of his board, catching it in his hand. He walked off of the street and into an empty parking lot in front of a store called "Dixie Thrift," which Sawyer thought was hugely ironic, since most of the town looked like it belonged in a thrift shop... a thrift town, if you will.

He sat on a parking bump and laid his board down. He set his Red Bull on the concrete and pulled his vape pen from his pocket. He flipped it on a took a puff, blowing the mango scented vapor into the air. He laid himself across his skateboard, blowing clouds into the air. He blew a large ring, then puffed a second, smaller ringer through the larger. He sighed and looked up at the blue sky and sighed, having no idea what he was going to do today.
@Irisity Well by the looks of it, Reyna is a bit of a trouble maker, kinda like Sawyer, so probably her. My first post was gonna be him skating in an empty parking lot, so she could run into him if you want.
If anyone is dying to hang out with Sawyer, I guess I don't mind...

please someone be friends with me
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