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  • the curse of curves. (bxb. semi lit. pafp. tw)

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    I stood in the doorway, frozen in shock. At least until he fell. I raced over and grabbed his legs to put them on my shoulder. I happened to be pretty tall so it would hold him up high enough for the pressure on his neck to be released. "W-what the f/ck!?" I yelled, putting one hand on one of his legs and the other over my mouth. Sure, I had been worried but I didn't expect this.


    I quickly wiped away some tears. I worried Robin seeing me upset would upset him. "What happened?" I asked softly, my voice shaking slightly. I looked around the room, trying to figure out something to use to cut him down. But I had to figure out a way to keep him from hanging again without me there.


    ( Sorry I didn't reply all day. I had theatre practice and youth. Yeah, Phil ^ _ ^ )



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  • the curse of curves. (bxb. semi lit. pafp. tw)

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    I bit my lip and nodded. I slowly lowered myself until I was on my knees and he could get off my back. By now tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wasn't good at hiding emotion. Clearly Robin is.
    "You didn't answer my question." I said quietly.




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  • the curse of curves. (bxb. semi lit. pafp. tw)

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    'But why? I wanted to say, but I didn't. If he wanted to tell me he would. "A-are you okay now? Like... physically? Do you need to go to th hospital?" I wish he would say yes but I couldn't make him, and I think if I called an ambulance he'd never forgive me.



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  • Private lovlies Plot 5


    Aiden Brizzi

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    17
    Questioning
    secretive; he doesn't talk about his past much. if he's asked about it he'll just shrug and . he dislikes revealing / speaking about his emotions unless they're positive but he's working on opening up.
    caring; if you're close to him or vice versa then he will most likely care about you. he wont say it but he'll show it through actions.
    daredevil; ever since he was young he didn't really care what happened to him. He climbs old buildings, jumps across ledges and so on.
    playful; around friends he is very playful. he makes jokes as often as possible and does his best to lighten up serious situations.
    mysterious; he acts pretty cool and tough around others. well, I guess he is. But he acts like he's emotionless, stone cold, basically.






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  • Private lovlies Plot 2

    *uses old form*


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  • ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER BAD POEM? | roleplay.


    Aiden Brizzi
    Power of flight
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    snore
    snore
    snore


    "hey, everyone, breakfast!"


    My eyes shot open as I heard Aziza's call. I gasped and flailed around, feeling like I was falling. It took me a few seconds to realize I'd just been floating. I put a hand on my chest and took a deep breath in and then exhaled loudly. This was my morning routine. Once my heart beat slowed slightly I stood up straight- by stood I mean I was floating a few feet above my bed. I'd been given the room with the highest ceiling, for obvious reasons.


    I moved my legs as if I was walking over to the wooden dresser I had in my room. It had some dents an scratches but it was better than the floor. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a grey tank top and a red and black flannel. I put them on along with the black boots I had next to my door and floated out. I had the tendency to just float slightly above the ground like Marceline from Adventure Time. Unless I was out in public, of course.


    "Holy crap." I said, mostly to myself as I entered the kitchen. "Are those actual pancakes or am I still dreaming." This was fairly exciting. Not so much the fact that there was pancakes but that someone had actually taken the time to make them for me and the others here. It shocked me that anyone cared that much. Like, I knew my friends liked me and all but it was still a strange concept.



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  • Ɯє Aяє AƖƖ A LιттƖє ǀηѕαηє { Sιgη - Uρѕ }

    Lucas

  • ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER BAD POEM? | roleplay.

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    *whispers* brother!


    I laughed. I used to be the only person who ever made jokes around here. It got a little boring. "I must be rubbing off on you, huh." I asked rhetorically. I looked over at Adrian and floated over. "Hello there." I greeted before going over to Aziza.


    ( I haven't been on this site in so long so my muse is like !!!! Sorry this post is crappy, I'm in the car so it's on mobile but I wanted to reply before I get home )

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  • Private lovlies Plot 2

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    Alright. I'm fine with that.


    Sure. I think you're talking about my character, since there's not much in your form. But yeah, he use to be like that but then depression.


    Do you want to make the first post?

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  • Private lovlies Plot 5

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    Sure
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    That day started off like any other. I rode down the street on my penny board, headphones on and a lit cigarette hanging from my lips. I inhaled and held the cigarette so I could blow out. The smoke trailed behind me and I glanced back to admire it. There was beauty in it to me. As I got closer to school I paused to pull up my black skinny jeans a bit and pull down my grey tank. It showed off the tattoos on my right shoulder and arm. I let out another puff of smoke before throwing the cigarette to the ground. I stomped it out, picked up my penny board and walked into the school.


    Some girls looked over at me and giggled. I sighed and looked away from them. I'd had girlfriends but it never felt right, y'know? I bit my lip where a ring happened to be and walked to my locker. I opened it, grabbed some books and closed it. I turned and just about walked into someone. "Uh, sorry." I mumbled, looking at the ground.




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  • Ɯє Aяє AƖƖ A LιттƖє ǀηѕαηє { Sιgη - Uρѕ }

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    Finished my form.



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  • ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER BAD POEM? | roleplay.

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    "Alright." I replied. I watched the bird leave and tilted my head. My whole body ended up titled and once I realized this I straightened up. "Okay. Pancakes!" I wasn't that hungry but I didn't want to upset Aziza. She seemed to have put an awful lot of work into this. I slowly sunk down until my feet were on the floor. It was a strange feeling, one that I wasn't used to. I half walked and half stumbled over to the run down table and sat down in front of a plate. I looked around, waiting for the others to join me and the other others to wake up. I felt like it would be rude to eat before them.



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