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Current Bok Bok I'm An Omen Bok-KAW!
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Birb Scream In Morning As Battery Replacement Alarm Because Birb Not Real.
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Fighting Vagrants Behind Dennys Over Pancake @ 11PM Tonight As Birb.
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BE like bird. Wake in morning. SCREAM at sun. SHIT on enemy.
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Girl is like bird. DO approach calmly. DO greet kindly. DO offer cornchip.
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An absolute WILDCARD of an RPer
(apparently)
Due to sudden and multiple very lengthy hiatus periods, please assume I don't remember who you are but, I probably think your name is familiar. ĀÆ\_(惄)_/ĀÆ
U T R A X is a being that likes to Type Words on the INTERNET.

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@LegendBegins
I have a question!
How long must a thread be inactive/unused before it can be deleted?
I GM'd an RP that died a few months ago and would like it exploded.
Should I tell the players to grab their stuff then ask for deletion?
Hello again!
Can you ice cream scoop my post out and put it in the lil trash?
Thank you!!

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Nice meeting y'all.

The Parking Lot


As Isla placed her hand on Mariah's shoulder, there wasn't much reaction to it. As the yelling and bickering continued, Mariah wiped her tears, and focused on the DENS members in front of them. Most of the bickering went to the background as she stood up. Between the physical and emotional pain, it was definitely hard for her to focus, and she wasn't about to even try to understand what they were fighting about. Didn't the DENS say they were going to handle it? Weren't they specialists or something? Surely that was good news-- why was everyone yelling about it? Slowly she then walked toward whichever DENS member looked at her first. Claudette's death had seemed to take the back-burner, swapped for whatever argument the others wanted to have, but there was something more important to be handled.

"ENOUGH!"

Mariah glanced back at the group before asking the nearest DENS member, "How did Claudette die? I seen people get shot before and ain't nobody die that quick from somethin' like that. And I do wanna know where her body at." A very grim look crossed Mariah's face then, "Let me see she really dead. And then make sure y'all handle it right and sooner than later. Cause I don't wanna see nobody puppeting her body around-- that's what they do in there, right? Need to make sure she in the ground or somethin'," she sniffed, "Did she have any family? Who's gonna talk to them?" Madison shouting caused her to look over her shoulder once more--

"The Jaws!"

A swarm of fucking bees replied "Wait, don't shoot! I come in peace!"


And then a grimy woman appeared out of the swarm, followed by a slimy man that looked kind of familiar. Did that guy just say 'muchacha' like every stereotypical Mexican gangster in a 90's cop show? Mariah sneered. He was in the same room as them when Luis started shooting, wasn't he? He'd even tried to attack Lyss! There was a bit too much going on, right? Those two coming out of the shadows, during a very emotionally charged moment, would no doubt result in more yelling.

"I think we can both walk away with what we want here if you hear me out."

"No! Fuck that guy! They wasn't exactly halpin' us out when they boss started shootin'-- that woulda beena time to make some kinda move, fuck--" Mariah let out an exasperated sigh as the world spun slightly. She unleashed a pain filled Latin Rage Rant, "Muderfucker-- we thouh' Kimberly was legit and she wasn'-- now we godda non-legit fuck standin'ere offerin' a deal?! No. Fuck that guy!"

Slowly she turned her attention back to the DENS agents, while grasping her aching head in one hand. Her questions needed answering before she paid those two clowns anymore attention. "Excuse me for that-- Y'all got answers," Mariah asked through grit teeth, "Or nah?"
I might be interested in continuing.
Depends on the other posts.
I'm not joining your discord. Nothing personal.

@sassy1085
Is English your first language?


@Utrax It's canon that he was pegged with a dildo made out of delta crystals. Accepted.


Shhhh, you're givin them spoilers.
hi ghost note it's me Utrax and i have an OC for eval
thank




The Parking Lot


Hector had a spare helmet from his Boxing nonsense laying around, right? Because, as Mariah staggered into the parking lot, she figured that she should just start wearing it, whenever the Coven went anywhere. Max had met her very conveniently with his car down the street from The Dollhouse. Maybe it was the fact she looked like she'd dived into a pool-- the fact shed had trouble even grabbing the car handle-- or perhaps it was her downcast body language, but Max hadn't said a word when she climbed into the back seat.

He'd very conveniently, again, brought a gym bag with clothes in it for her to change. In the light of police cruisers, Mariah started getting dressed in the back seat in silence, as pain caused her vision to blur, and she ended up puking out the window.

"You're going to the hospital," Maxi told her, putting the car into gear. "Meeting," was all she managed to mumble coherently. That earned a wordless grunt of anger from Maxwell, but she was already out the door, and headed for the parking lot.

So this is how she came walking up, in the middle of Maya and Emily yelling at Penny, dressed in a track suit. Wordlessly, she plopped down next to Isla, and would have prayed to the god of Head Trauma to keep her conscious, if shed had any ability to focus. This was worse than the horse. All she recalled was walking down the stairs after Kimberly in the club and then a blackness took out anything that happened next.

"She didnt make it."

Floating to her clearly through her concussed haze, Mariah turned her attention toward the DENS-- when did they get here? Who were they talking about? Mariah looked at the group-- who was missing? She squinted as she looked again-- counted again in a harsh whisper under her breath-- who didn't make it? Her head was pounding as the lights seemed too bright, as she counted again she bit her lip-- who? Why was it so hard to focus? Where was Claudette?

No no, she was here with them, wasn't she? Damn concussion. As her eyes overflowed with tears, Mariah looked around the group and counted again, finding it hard to focus-- damn concussion. A sob left her.
Who? No.
Not Claudette-- Mariah counted again

The Dollhouse


Mariah had a temporary lag in attention. After having thrown furniture at Luis to no effect, a lot of things kept happening, and it was all a bit much for her to pay attention to, especially after having witness whoever-the-fuck-knows what drag someone into the floor. That was some spooky shit. Reality was that Mariah had stared at the spot in the floor until the sprinkler system went off. This somewhat snapped her out of that laser focus and into the present-- immediately she noted that Isla was not where she'd last saw her.

And Claudette?

Where did they go? More importantly what the fuck were they doing right now-- as in herself and the others in the room. What were they doing? Yes, these spooky Dollhouse people had attacked them, but didn't they have a traitor on their hands instead? Hadn't two of their friends disappeared? Wasn't this deal in shambles with no hope of repair? Clearly they had some kind of previous beef with this "Babbylawn" but that wasn't important right now. If Kimberly was here then the possibility that Vashti had been harmed back in Tampa presented itself-- and that's three.

It was then, in her loudest Latin-Tia voice that Mariah shouted, "Why the fuck are we fightin' them when we should be guttin' that KIMBERLY BITCH?!"

"They ain't givin us no cures-- that's her damn fault-- fuck this goddamn shit--" Mariah whipped around, then made her way quickly toward the door they'd come though. Channeling the volume and fury of every Latin parent when their kid wssnt home before the street lights came on, Mariah shouted, as she left the room, "ISLA?!"

And thus did she see Maya, Emily, and Kimberly downstairs. In an instant Mariah was running, gracefully as hell considering the six inch heels, with a murderous look in her eyes, as she made a path toward Kimberly. The whole way, she dripped water and left puddles, seemingly only growing in anger as she went. Spanish-curses and rage left Mariah as she closed her fan up, balanced on one foot, and withdrew her knife from under her dress. Oiled and sharpened, the switchblade opened with a flash in the light, as Mariah marched toward Kimberly.

"--fuckin' explain yoursel' GRINGA--" was thrown in her curse filled shouting, but did it really matter? If she was able to close the distance with "Kimberly", she was going to shove past Emily and Maya and beat the shit out of her with the straight edge of her fan, if not begin some classic Latin Gangster knifing-- the fuck your face up forever type of knifing.
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