smile like you mean it / open, story-telling

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Time to knock their motherfucking socks off, Lalonde. You are the TOP BITCH at this, hell yes!


    Roxy rubbed her gloved paws together as she stood in front of a fire, the flames casting odd shadows around the camp. She'd gone through the painstaking process of setting up chairs for everyone, made out of the generic blocks that she'd been able to conjure. They weren't the best seating, but they'd do for now.


    "Gather for scary stories, chumps," she called, flashing a grin. "I'll start. Fictional, of course, heheh... we wanna keep it scary but... uh. Keep it light, also? At the same time. So no real stuff, this is all fiction." She'd made up that rule to justify not sharing her experience with that thing in the catacombs. Roxy wasn't quite sure that happened, actually.[/fancypost]
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    Eel was neither easily scared nor a fan of fictional stories. She thought this might be a waste of her time. On second thought, how bad could it be? Without a word, the femme hesitantly sat down so she could join the story time. She was annoyed to find she felt like a kit again.
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    IC:
    Gavin walked over over and hopped on one of the generic block seat causing it, predictably, to fall apart. Oh well this was a good way to start, laying flat on your back with your wings spread out. The brit sat there for a few moment, stunned before sitting up with a smile.
    "What's the story!"




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    #PrinceTimeGav
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