"Come in, come in." says a man from inside. Inside is 8 pews made of fallen logs and a soapbox for a pulpit.
The old man walks up. Perception check…?
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
He stops, looking over to them, “Promise me you will, and I might. I thought you would be okay, I was being a stupid [gp], and what do you mean lay with you?” He asks like he doesn’t understand the idea.
"I promise you, I don't like him like that anymore.. Last time you came over I asked if you wanted to lay with me, and you said no and left.. Well, you know. Lay, in my bed, with me, right next to me."
*Seemcreet message?*
He thinks about it for a moment, before taking off his prosthetic leg and putting it on the ground next to the bed along with his arm, “Do you want me to?” He asks, still not sure what to do, so he asks questions. Oh and Aeris would notice he’s got stitches, and blood on his clothes.
*yeah, you're gay :3*
She writes it off as a result from an interaction with Angelo. "Honestly? yes, I do. I don't.. really wanna be alone right now."
*If you say so, I suppose I am.*
He steps onto of the covers with his one leg, lying down next to them, looking up at the ceiling, “Okay. I’m here for you then.”
*mhm*
She sighs and lays on her side, a hand on his chest. She closes her eyes.
He lets them rest, just lying there and trying not to think about anything other than how regular the ceiling looks, lest he begin blushing, holding their hand after a moment.
"You seem... closed off.." she says sadly.
“What do you mean…? I’ve been… open…” He replies, turning to them. (Oh and when we finish this, I feel like play Rex, if that’s fine.)
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Luna goes over to him “you seem like you’re on cloud 9”
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
*i just realized the lowest cordon can get on a sleight if hand is 25*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
Eve waves to them, Eve's hand turning to pure gore
"BWA!" omar reels
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 17 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
*what is he packing for?*
*Alex and Caleb are going on their first date, in the woods.*
"Come in, come in." says a man from inside. Inside is 8 pews made of fallen logs and a soapbox for a pulpit.
The old man walks up. Perception check…?
He'd fail automatically, he's practically blind and only sees outlines.
*oh okay.*
“mighty fine establishment you got here.”
the old man looks to see if there are any shineie on him.
15 if lower than a sixteen, it’s a sixteen.
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
*you say, the price of my love is not a price that you are willing to pay… you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad? Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away, now you’re MAKING ME MAAAAAAAAAD- remember, despite our estrangement… I’m your maaaaaaaannnnnn- you’ll be back.*
*i need a tiny break from the little ball of sadness that is Elijah, so I’ll just be using Caleb.*
Caleb is packing a backpack full of things. Not, like, survival things, for the most part, fun things. He’s also bringing a sleeping bag. He seems ecstatic.
Cordon epwalks up behind him.
Caleb notices Cordon, turning briefly to wave before getting back to packing.
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 20 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.
He stops, looking over to them, “Promise me you will, and I might. I thought you would be okay, I was being a stupid [gp], and what do you mean lay with you?” He asks like he doesn’t understand the idea.
"I promise you, I don't like him like that anymore.. Last time you came over I asked if you wanted to lay with me, and you said no and left.. Well, you know. Lay, in my bed, with me, right next to me."
*Seemcreet message?*
He thinks about it for a moment, before taking off his prosthetic leg and putting it on the ground next to the bed along with his arm, “Do you want me to?” He asks, still not sure what to do, so he asks questions. Oh and Aeris would notice he’s got stitches, and blood on his clothes.
*yeah, you're gay :3*
She writes it off as a result from an interaction with Angelo. "Honestly? yes, I do. I don't.. really wanna be alone right now."
*If you say so, I suppose I am.*
He steps onto of the covers with his one leg, lying down next to them, looking up at the ceiling, “Okay. I’m here for you then.”
*mhm*
She sighs and lays on her side, a hand on his chest. She closes her eyes.
He lets them rest, just lying there and trying not to think about anything other than how regular the ceiling looks, lest he begin blushing, holding their hand after a moment.
"You seem... closed off.." she says sadly.
“What do you mean…? I’ve been… open…” He replies, turning to them. (Oh and when we finish this, I feel like play Rex, if that’s fine.)
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The old man walks up. Perception check…?
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“Heeey, Caleb.” Cordon eyes the stuff he’s packing.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“What do you mean…? I’ve been… open…” He replies, turning to them. (Oh and when we finish this, I feel like play Rex, if that’s fine.)
Luna goes over to him “you seem like you’re on cloud 9”
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*i just realized the lowest cordon can get on a sleight if hand is 25*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Eve waves to them, Eve's hand turning to pure gore
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Okie :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Hi… how are ya?” He isn’t paying much attention. He’s packing snacks (chips, Graham crackers and marshmallows) a flashlight, some matches, a deck of cards, a lot of random things like that.
"BWA!" omar reels
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Matches? Caleb wants fire!* “huh. That’s quite the assortment of stuff. Do you mind if I borrow some marshmallows?” While he is saying this, he tries to steal the matches.
Slieght of hand: 17 (if lower than twenty five, it’s twenty five)
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*hi!*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Alex and Caleb are going on their first date, in the woods.*
*oh okay.*
“mighty fine establishment you got here.”
the old man looks to see if there are any shineie on him.
15 if lower than a sixteen, it’s a sixteen.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“I would let you have some… but I’m saving them for later tonight. I’m goin’ camping.”
that is a success, he manages to steal the matches.