*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Barbeau is building a giant machine for freezing fish fillets. It has a giant roller that you slap the fillets onto before it freezes them at the top and dumps them on the other side to be packaged.
Felix is playing with some fat alley cats.
*I may take a while to respond.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
*Im on mobile too, it’s good, don’t apologize.*
Scott can see Solo has gotten significantly closer once he exits the crowd, and makes eye contact with Scott.
Grimes immediately tries to run, but is still attached to that tree “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sparrow can’t help but laugh.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'd absolutely be up for some good ol' character interactions! Let's see...*
KK is writing something down on her notepad, occasionally switching to look back at the book she is consulting.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm up for it :>*
*Take ur pick:*
Contstant is reading in the library
Something is singing in the forest
Georgie is sewing in the lobby
He just meows again, that one meaning nothing as he begins to lick the blood off her.
“If you die for real, you wouldn’t warn me before hand, please don’t stress me out.”
He closes the book, the title, ‘Vampires and how to kill them’ “I was going through a tough time then.”
Barbeau is building a giant machine for freezing fish fillets. It has a giant roller that you slap the fillets onto before it freezes them at the top and dumps them on the other side to be packaged.
Felix is playing with some fat alley cats.
*I may take a while to respond.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Im on mobile too, it’s good, don’t apologize.*
Scott can see Solo has gotten significantly closer once he exits the crowd, and makes eye contact with Scott.
Grimes immediately tries to run, but is still attached to that tree “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sparrow can’t help but laugh.
*flyingtacklepouncesnuggles*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He looks at her curiously, then at the stuffie, "Need some repairs?"
*Cut for Salem.*
He makes sure to be carefully, cleaning her of the blood fully before sitting back down.
He goes beet red again, “Y-yeah, it’s fine, no big deal.” He rubs a hand through his electric hair, he’s so bad at faking being cool.
He looks him in the eyes “Probably, that was centuries ago. I don’t feel that way most of the time, and if I do, I just pretend I don’t.”
*my parents outed me to my aunt without my permission or knowledge and i only just found out. sad angry dragon sniffles*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He gives a soft nod, looking over the plush before starting to repair tears, "sorry that happened"