| [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;] [size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size] I raise my flags, don my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose We're painted red to fit right in [shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow] I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse Whoa OOC: Just show me a picture of your character and jump in!  IC: It was snowing very hard outside. Michael bundled up in front of the fireplace, and held his blanket around him. There he sipped hot cocoa in front of his TV. All the lights were on as his mother cooked in the kitchen and as his father worked in his office. "Dinner is almost ready Michael." his mother called. He turned, and nodded in response. He smiled weakly, as his mind was turned on a beautiful girl he saw yesterday. She gave him her phone number, and they've been friends since then. He stared at his phone, waiting for a text; or even a call. [/fancypost] |
ｕｎｄｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｍｉｓｔｌｅｔｏｅ ❤ - ɢιrl ɴeeded {PAFP}
- ιɴғιɴιтy
- Closed
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