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    "alright." Clark said smiling, "By the way do you have anything witj you from your life?"

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    [size=36pt]Mapleshade[/size]


    We are all weirdos in this world.


    :'( R.I.P. MERCY LANGUIRE :'(


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    :)
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    IC:Mercy smiled, nodded, and untied her pink ribbon from Clark. "Luckily, whoever controls the afterlife knows this ribbon is my prized possession," she said. "What about you?"

    Clark pulled the large pendant locket from under his shirt. "This."

    ooc: It is something he got as a kid and he has always worn it. It has clippings of things from his life in it. The ribbon was in it before.

    "Oh. Just a pendant locket from my family. Got it when I was a baby." He said fingering it.

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    [size=36pt]Mapleshade[/size]


    We are all weirdos in this world.


    :'( R.I.P. MERCY LANGUIRE :'(


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    OOC:    Can you say what they are? It'll be easier for me to rp then. Gtg for a few hours. If we stop by home before going to play practice it'll be four, if not it'll be, like 10 hours, maybe ovvernight.


    IC:Mercy gasped a little as items clattered to the floor in front of her feet.

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    Clark knelt to the ground. He helf up a small piece of paper engraved with his name in small black letters. A picture of his family, all his little sisters., a piece of inscense. A picture of himself., a newspaper clipping of when he misbehaved at the powerplant, and a lock of blond hair. He fingered the hair sadly turning down his eyes.

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    We are all weirdos in this world.


    :'( R.I.P. MERCY LANGUIRE :'(


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    :)
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    IC:Mercy knelt down next to him, not really knowing what to say. She didn't know what the lock of hair was or meant, and she knew it wasn't her place to ask. She slipped her hand into his and held it in an attempt to comfort him.

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    ooc:He will tell her about the hair
    ic:"This belonged to my twin sister."He said sadly, noticing her confused glances, "She was whipped to death from trying to sneak out of the power plant." He said sadly.



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    [size=36pt]Mapleshade[/size]


    We are all weirdos in this world.


    :'( R.I.P. MERCY LANGUIRE :'(


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    :)
    OOC:    Cool fancypost.


    IC:All Mercy could think to do was nodd slowly. "Sounds like both our families have had troubles with powerplants."