EVEN IF WE'RE DYING -- ( open, silly string )

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; height: auto;][justify][font=arial][size=8]It was almost childish. The only thing that separated it from that was rivalry. With Carm's permission, it was open warfare on the Exiles. Elizabeth had set it up perfectly. She held two giant bottles of silly string, and now it was time for action. She pressed down on the top, and the colorful string exploded outside of their camp. She giggled childishly at the rainbow mess. It was pleasing for her. Before she left, Elizabeth left a little note on top of a stool.


    Hello! Nice day is it?


    This might take a while to pick up.


    XOXO, RiverClan


    It wasn't much, but it was a shitload of string. Lizzy was gone in the next moment, a huge smile on her expression. She was more of the prankster type.

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    [size=20pt]ΩOMEGA RUBYΩ[/size]
    What the heck? You decide to get some air and you're face to face with a *load of rainbow string everywhere. "WHAT...?" you mutter to yourself, eyeing the stool and note, but not making a move just in case there were more traps.
    #primalruby2k15
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