Is there a preference to the gender of the third character in the triangle?
Posts by Fullmetal Heart
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Accepted Satanic Artist! Feel free to join us on the plotting thread, the link is in the first post.
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I'll most likely be making a female character but things may change.
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Amilla really hates everybody unless they give her a good reason not to and she doesn't have a deeply engrained fear that they're trying to do harm to her, I can definitely see that being an additional reason for her not to like Ophelia. I can see some kind of conversation between Amilla and Opal about how Opal should stand up for herself.
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Yup, it's totally okay.
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"Did you decorate it yourself or did it come like this?" I repeated in a louder voice, hoping that this time she'd be able to hear me.
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"I'll take a glass of water if you don't mind," I replied to her question. "And I take it you have had a lot of time on your hands."
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"That's good," I said in response to her explanation of how she got into house decorating while she walked into what I assume to be the kitchen area.
"Thanks," I nodded my head when she handed me a glass of water.
"So, what is it that you have to do here?" I asked before taking a sip of water.
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"Could I possibly review the policies?" I asked, the point of new policies being put into place and the public not agreeing with them peeking my interest. "I may be able to be of some assistance. No promises I'll be on your side, though."
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"Thanks," I thanked her before looking down at my feet. "Could we perhaps get them ourselves? The earlier we get them to review, the sooner the issue can be addressed."
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"Dot get too lost," I said to Sage before getting up from off my seat. "I'll go with you Jenny. If you can't get clearance, I'll use my psychic paper to get it," I informed my daughter. "I'd give you the paper but everyone here knows you so it wouldn't work too well."
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"So, where do we go next?" I asked Jenny, not really having any familiarity with the surrounding area. The last time I did any actual exploring was back when Jenny first came about from that machine.
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"So, what exactly does it say?" I asked Jenny, giving her a few minutes to read through some of the papers. "Anything in particular you see that pops out as disastrous from a citizen's point of view?"
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[color=#24F7F4]OOC; IRLredwolf. Would you mind using a different color text for your posts? I'm having a hard time seeing it.
IC; "Thanks, Dad!" I thanked my father as I pulled my last suitcase from out of the trunk. I had packed three suitcases with clothes and I had two boxes with various items, most including jewelry boxes and posters. I planned on bringing my suitcases over to my dorm then returning to claim the couple of boxes.
"Time to find the performing arts house now..." I trailed off under my breath.
After I entered the gates to the school, I saw multiple signs with arrows directing to various dorms. There was a dorm for various areas of focus; literary, performing, culinary, media, and visual arts. I continued to go forward, the direction the sign for the performing arts dorm, and I soon saw the building peek up. I smiled at the sight of it.
"Is anybody in here?" I asked as I stepped into the dorm.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F78424 borderwidth=2px;border-radius: 25px;][color=#24F7F4]"Hello!" I replied to the assumed male who had responded to my call out. "How are you doing today?" I asked him, attempting to make some kind of conversation. I was aware that I still had possessions waiting for me in my car, but my father had turned the car off so no gas or battery power was being wasted.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#F78424 borderwidth=2px;border-radius: 25px;][color=#24F7F4]"I'm Leslie and I specialize in singing but I've also dabbled in acting," I introduced myself, following suit to my other two new dorm mates.
"That's cool, musical theater," I replied to Colton's introduction. "When I lived in London, I saw quite a few musicals. I even ended up starring in a musical my school had put on," I continued. "What's your favorite musical?"
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You've finally arrived at the Tyler Asylum for the Clinically Insane. Stepping off of the boat, you take your small bag of your possessions allowed and enter the Asylum grounds, rusted iron bars serving as fencing on the property.
You're given a pat down and a bag investigation by one of the few security guards and let in. The area inside is dark and dreary, the concrete forming the walls beginning to fall down, chunks of various sizes already having hit the cement floor.
You've now been left to do one of two things; settle into your room, name tag on the door, or sit in the monitored sitting room and wait for others to potentially socialize with.
Amilla Loraine Schaeffer
I was, frankly, not very pleased with the pat down upon my arrival. I didn't know who they were and they had no business touching me in such a manner. I have no intention in hurting someone, anyone, let alone kill them. I've also been at another institute for over a year now, there was no moment in time where I could have obtained some kind of weapon. If someone's going to be hurting anyone, it's going to be me getting hurt by others. People have always been plotting against me.
Once I was allowed to, I made a beeline for my room. I unpacked my few things, a couple figurines I had obtained over the years and set them on a shelf. I was extremely tempted to shut the door to my room and push my dresser up against it to prevent anyone else from coming in but decided against it, sure that such action would result in some kind of punishment.