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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Cherry walks up to him and asks him semi-judgementally "Where did they find you, a gutter or a convenience store?"

 arthur still on the floor yells "at least have some courtesy!"

 Cherry turns to him and says "Nobody asked for your opinion, flat stanley"

 "you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that."

 "What did you say?" ok now she's full on pissssed. She slides on her glasses and walks over to him slowly but in a rage filled way

 "i said 'you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that.'"

 "I heard that. And before you say anything else I would like to remind you that you are on the floor and i am wearing combat boots. So choose carefully"

 "i don't care i gave up pain a long time ago."

 "Right then" she kicks him in the ribs. hard.

 "pathetic go hionraic."

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Cherry walks up to him and asks him semi-judgementally "Where did they find you, a gutter or a convenience store?"

 arthur still on the floor yells "at least have some courtesy!"

 Cherry turns to him and says "Nobody asked for your opinion, flat stanley"

 "you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that."

 "What did you say?" ok now she's full on pissssed. She slides on her glasses and walks over to him slowly but in a rage filled way

 "i said 'you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that.'"

 "I heard that. And before you say anything else I would like to remind you that you are on the floor and i am wearing combat boots. So choose carefully"

 "i don't care i gave up pain a long time ago."

 "Right then" she kicks him in the ribs. hard.

Trist pulls out a switchblade and points it at Cherry. “Don’t do that.”

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"what was your plan there anyway? Make me freak out so you could see if I'd be upset if you didn't come back?if I was a liar this whole time? Or did you just not think? Like at all? GOD! Your going to be the death of me!"

 “I think it was option three. Not thinking. I mean, I thought you’d know that I’d come back.”

 She sighs "I forgive you. B- But I'm not sorry I yelled at you! You deserved it!"

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Finn bumps into him and drops a painting. “Oh. Sorry. Who are you?”

*what was Finn doing when he made this painting?*

He stumbles back. “I’m Tristan. I’m… well, you already know I’m new here.”

 *He was walking through the hallways, using his two brain cells to steer himself around. He’s the most thoughtless character you’ll ever meet.*

”I’m Finn.” He kneels down and starts to pick up the painting and the tools.

Trist takes note of this mentally. “Okay. Do you know where I’m to go?”

 “Why do you need to go somewhere?”

“Well, I mean what else is there in this place?”

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Finn bumps into him and drops a painting. “Oh. Sorry. Who are you?”

*what was Finn doing when he made this painting?*

He stumbles back. “I’m Tristan. I’m… well, you already know I’m new here.”

 *He was walking through the hallways, using his two brain cells to steer himself around. He’s the most thoughtless character you’ll ever meet.*

”I’m Finn.” He kneels down and starts to pick up the painting and the tools.

Trist takes note of this mentally. “Okay. Do you know where I’m to go?”

 “Why do you need to go somewhere?”

“Well, I mean what else is there in this place?”

 He thinks for a moment. “Don’t remember…Maybe a cafeteria?”

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"what was your plan there anyway? Make me freak out so you could see if I'd be upset if you didn't come back?if I was a liar this whole time? Or did you just not think? Like at all? GOD! Your going to be the death of me!"

 “I think it was option three. Not thinking. I mean, I thought you’d know that I’d come back.”

 She sighs "I forgive you. B- But I'm not sorry I yelled at you! You deserved it!"

 “Fair enough. You don’t get mad at me nearly enough.”

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Cherry walks up to him and asks him semi-judgementally "Where did they find you, a gutter or a convenience store?"

He winces a bit, as though hearing an incredibly high-pitched noise. “Neither.” He mutters.

 "Alright. That was just a joke, mate"

“Okay. Well, nice to meet you, Cherry.”

*what does this character look like?*

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Finn bumps into him and drops a painting. “Oh. Sorry. Who are you?”

*what was Finn doing when he made this painting?*

He stumbles back. “I’m Tristan. I’m… well, you already know I’m new here.”

 *He was walking through the hallways, using his two brain cells to steer himself around. He’s the most thoughtless character you’ll ever meet.*

”I’m Finn.” He kneels down and starts to pick up the painting and the tools.

Trist takes note of this mentally. “Okay. Do you know where I’m to go?”

 “Why do you need to go somewhere?”

“Well, I mean what else is there in this place?”

 He thinks for a moment. “Don’t remember…Maybe a cafeteria?”

“Okay. Bye.” He continues on his way.

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Finn bumps into him and drops a painting. “Oh. Sorry. Who are you?”

*what was Finn doing when he made this painting?*

He stumbles back. “I’m Tristan. I’m… well, you already know I’m new here.”

 *He was walking through the hallways, using his two brain cells to steer himself around. He’s the most thoughtless character you’ll ever meet.*

”I’m Finn.” He kneels down and starts to pick up the painting and the tools.

Trist takes note of this mentally. “Okay. Do you know where I’m to go?”

 “Why do you need to go somewhere?”

“Well, I mean what else is there in this place?”

 He thinks for a moment. “Don’t remember…Maybe a cafeteria?”

“Okay. Bye.” He continues on his way.

 Finn follows him and attempts to paint on his shirt whilst he goes. “What’s your power?”

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Finn bumps into him and drops a painting. “Oh. Sorry. Who are you?”

*what was Finn doing when he made this painting?*

He stumbles back. “I’m Tristan. I’m… well, you already know I’m new here.”

 *He was walking through the hallways, using his two brain cells to steer himself around. He’s the most thoughtless character you’ll ever meet.*

”I’m Finn.” He kneels down and starts to pick up the painting and the tools.

Trist takes note of this mentally. “Okay. Do you know where I’m to go?”

 “Why do you need to go somewhere?”

“Well, I mean what else is there in this place?”

 He thinks for a moment. “Don’t remember…Maybe a cafeteria?”

“Okay. Bye.” He continues on his way.

 Finn follows him and attempts to paint on his shirt whilst he goes. “What’s your power?”

“That’s a secret.”

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Finn bumps into him and drops a painting. “Oh. Sorry. Who are you?”

*what was Finn doing when he made this painting?*

He stumbles back. “I’m Tristan. I’m… well, you already know I’m new here.”

 *He was walking through the hallways, using his two brain cells to steer himself around. He’s the most thoughtless character you’ll ever meet.*

”I’m Finn.” He kneels down and starts to pick up the painting and the tools.

Trist takes note of this mentally. “Okay. Do you know where I’m to go?”

 “Why do you need to go somewhere?”

“Well, I mean what else is there in this place?”

 He thinks for a moment. “Don’t remember…Maybe a cafeteria?”

“Okay. Bye.” He continues on his way.

 Finn follows him and attempts to paint on his shirt whilst he goes. “What’s your power?”

“That’s a secret.”

 “Why? I’ll tell you mine.” Finn finishes painting an incredibly realistic painting of Tristan on Tristan‘s back.

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Finn bumps into him and drops a painting. “Oh. Sorry. Who are you?”

*what was Finn doing when he made this painting?*

He stumbles back. “I’m Tristan. I’m… well, you already know I’m new here.”

 *He was walking through the hallways, using his two brain cells to steer himself around. He’s the most thoughtless character you’ll ever meet.*

”I’m Finn.” He kneels down and starts to pick up the painting and the tools.

Trist takes note of this mentally. “Okay. Do you know where I’m to go?”

 “Why do you need to go somewhere?”

“Well, I mean what else is there in this place?”

 He thinks for a moment. “Don’t remember…Maybe a cafeteria?”

“Okay. Bye.” He continues on his way.

 Finn follows him and attempts to paint on his shirt whilst he goes. “What’s your power?”

“That’s a secret.”

 “Why? I’ll tell you mine.” Finn finishes painting an incredibly realistic painting of Tristan on Tristan‘s back.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Trist pulls off his jacket. “Dude. Why would you do that??”

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Finn shrugs. “Accident?”

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Cherry walks up to him and asks him semi-judgementally "Where did they find you, a gutter or a convenience store?"

 arthur still on the floor yells "at least have some courtesy!"

 Cherry turns to him and says "Nobody asked for your opinion, flat stanley"

 "you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that."

 "What did you say?" ok now she's full on pissssed. She slides on her glasses and walks over to him slowly but in a rage filled way

 "i said 'you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that.'"

 "I heard that. And before you say anything else I would like to remind you that you are on the floor and i am wearing combat boots. So choose carefully"

 "i don't care i gave up pain a long time ago."

 "Right then" she kicks him in the ribs. hard.

 "pathetic go hionraic."

 She steps on his hand

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Finn shrugs. “Accident?”

“H… how?!?!”

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Cherry walks up to him and asks him semi-judgementally "Where did they find you, a gutter or a convenience store?"

 arthur still on the floor yells "at least have some courtesy!"

 Cherry turns to him and says "Nobody asked for your opinion, flat stanley"

 "you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that."

 "What did you say?" ok now she's full on pissssed. She slides on her glasses and walks over to him slowly but in a rage filled way

 "i said 'you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that.'"

 "I heard that. And before you say anything else I would like to remind you that you are on the floor and i am wearing combat boots. So choose carefully"

 "i don't care i gave up pain a long time ago."

 "Right then" she kicks him in the ribs. hard.

 "pathetic go hionraic."

 She steps on his hand

 "i need that to cook you know."

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Finn shrugs. “Accident?”

“H… how?!?!”

 “Uhhhhh…I spilled some paint.”

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Marshmallow roasting her kin

 Cody bursts into Jam’s room with a saxophone and guitar.

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*third time’s the charm*

Standing at the end of the hallway, the one everyone came through, is a boy, looking to be about sixteen. He is wearing a red windbreaker, black jeans, and a pair of nondescript shoes. His hair is sand-colored and unkempt, and he wears thin glasses. He has a bit of a long neck and is looking around as though he’s barely conscious of what’s happening.

 Cherry walks up to him and asks him semi-judgementally "Where did they find you, a gutter or a convenience store?"

 arthur still on the floor yells "at least have some courtesy!"

 Cherry turns to him and says "Nobody asked for your opinion, flat stanley"

 "you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that."

 "What did you say?" ok now she's full on pissssed. She slides on her glasses and walks over to him slowly but in a rage filled way

 "i said 'you shouldn't insult peoples' looks when you look like....that.'"

 "I heard that. And before you say anything else I would like to remind you that you are on the floor and i am wearing combat boots. So choose carefully"

 "i don't care i gave up pain a long time ago."

 "Right then" she kicks him in the ribs. hard.

Trist pulls out a switchblade and points it at Cherry. “Don’t do that.”