Posts by Skeleton.

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omg
Literally have no idea what's going on anymore :0
I'll go through forms sometime and hopefully plot stuff with y'all with my two guys. They wouldn't be very interesting if they're just walking around with nothing to say or do xD
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Maybe we can ask people from the witch one if they'd be interested with gunner's permission of course in joining this thread too.
Suzy, could Magnus go talk to Stewart? im thinking of Magnus having a secret crush on Ripley, but it never works out cause Ripley really likes Sy (cause Tyler and Josh mmm)
Maybe he notices the weather grow bad and so he feels concerned about Stewart?
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@howler : myrtle scared me tbh yayayay! Who's your charrie(s)? cx

Suzy : YAY SUZIE YES PLS. What was the name of your first character? I think she should be friends with Flynn tbh. And Phoenix and Patrick would get along too I think idk

@vixxie : OHHH YES PLS. ASHER BBY. WHAT SORT OF RELATIONSHIP DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD HAVE?? I THINK THEY WOULD BE A REALLY GOOD DUO.
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Yes! sorry my last post was rushed and her name slipped out my mind xD
Yeah, tbh I kind of think that Lareto would be a really good older sister kind of figure for Flynn, even though he is older than her??? Idk if it makes much sense but Flynn is a really sensitive and honestly a massive baby and with Reto being so strong and like she's in charge, and I think it'd be such a cute friendship where Flynn is kind of dependent on her. IDDEEEKKKK it'd just be cute.
AND Patrick & Phoenix. They're both really alike tbh. Like, they're both hardcore af with their deadpan stuff and just looking at them together, they could be mistaken as for siblings if I'm honest xD lol what if they were related, like half-siblings but idk I just think they would be the coolest, stone-faced duo losers ever
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aw aw awwwww that'd be SO CUTEE she could be super protective of him and he's just standing there like the wet blanket he is like "thnk u reto i owe yu my lfie" aw they'd be so cute.

omg yeah that'd be such a cool idea. they're like half-siblings, a bit like those crazy cool siblings you see in all the weird films n stuff. AH they're so alike that's so cool. and even their names go well together.
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omg yesss and agh that's just so cute she'd just be like "stay away from my child flynn" and flynn is just a lil sissy hiding behind reto all the time lol
PATRICK AND PHOENIX ARE JUST SO COOL. I'm so excited for them cause they're like super cool siblings and ahhh.
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c:
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Wooooo new thread and new reply!! V good mmmm
And yeah we should make a new plot thread when people join
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@ howler : ooooh do you think theo and flynn could be friends? I could see flynn gawking at theo all the time like "omg you're so cooooool" xD

@ vixx : OOOOH. mmm this'll be interesting, yes. YEAH SO MAYBE THERE'S SOME SORT OF TENSION THERE BECAUSE PATRICK KIND OF LIKES ASH TOO BUT ALWAYS REFUSES TO GET INVOLVED WITH ASHER BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE HE'LL ONLY BREAK HIS HEART and he hates how ash flirts with everyone. so basically it's an angsty on/off thing between patrick and asher yee

@ crows : what plots does evan have so far? could we plot some sort of relationship (like or dislike tbh) between him and patrick? cx
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@ vix : yayyyy ! ! ! we always have characters with awkward relationships lol xD

@ howler : aww that'd be so cute. yeah, i think theo and flynn would be super cute as friends ^^

@ crows : oh i think the latter would be a pretty cool choice. yeah, so maybe they're like really close friends and in public they're like "ew no" even though everyone has kind of figured that they're good friends anyway. Anyway, I don't want to dictate anything, but an idea is that since patrick and evan are good friends, there's tension between evan and asher because asher thinks there's something between evan & patrick even though they're just friends? idk.
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why
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you guys out-cute me by 5000 miles, I just wanna hug y'all
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also, just wanted to add something quick:

my mom has let take the day off school for a mental health day so idk maybe i can think of some ideas to get the thread going again whilst i netflix and chill.
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One year later and he actually seemed to have settled down considerably. Instead, he'd taken quite a liking to the refuge, despite the fact that he wasn't really the 'life of the party' around here. If people weren't cautious of him because of his impassive expression, it'd be because of the sly and snarky attitude he would put on if people did the slightest of things to irritate him. But hey, he wouldn't bite (not often, anyway). No need to worry.

Quickly folding his arms, Patrick dragged his feet across the ground as he approached his sister from behind, taking his place as he stood beside her to observe the few new arrivals. "How long have they been here?" He asked immediately, furrowing his eyebrows together gently and nodding his head over towards the newbies. Then, he glanced over at his older sibling, cracking a small, straight-faced smile he'd reserved just for her. The pair were inseparable, really. If there was anyone in this place he was most fond it, it'd definitely be Phoenix. That was obvious.

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// sorry for the bad first post xc

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Today was a greeeeaaat day off. I'm so glad I managed to have it xD

Okay I'll have Magnus talk to Ripley and maybe Silas start ranting to Hunter? Idk
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Idk what a pep rally is lol go britain

I should be able to get a post up tonight cx

Guys guys guys I've been emailing this woman and I may be getting a horse ;o cx
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Luckily I'll be sharing the responsibility with another person who is happy to pay for the horse cx

Oooh pep rallies sound lame tbh lol I'd rather be at home than at one of those cx

VIX I WAS THINKING THAT TOO.
I was gutted when this thread kinda died. I was so pumped for this thread ;-;
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YES. We can continue the legacy as a trio.
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AHHHH

Does anybody else wanna plot with either Trick or Flynn??
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[ SORRY FOR THIS BAD QUALITY POST. The original post had been waaaayyyy better, so idk sorry ]

Silas marched down the sidewalk, dodging the small huddles of half-intoxicated people waddling around on the side of the street at this ridiculous time of night. The sky was a dark and suffocating charcoal colour and yet the city was still vibrant and full of life, lights illuminating and bouncing across every wall down the street. The gentle hum of vehicles and the chatter of tired people droned on in the background, Silas for the most part blocking out these sounds as he weaved around people. Hmm, he would have surely joined in on the fun if it wasn't for the fact that he just couldn't deal with people right now. Otherwise, he totally would've had a drink; he really needed a drink after today.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, and Silas tried to ignore the bitter breeze as it nipped the tip of his nose icily, and he honestly wondered how the girls out here in their way-too-short party dresses even survived this dismal weather considering he was absolutely freezing after layering up in his long sleeved shirt, his sweater and a warm coat. He didn't really like the cold, or the dark; he would rather be at home in the warm than out here on the street.

Silas escaped the hustle and bustle of the 'downtown nightlife', sharply turning a corner and listening to the thumping bass of underground music and the general drunken chatter fade as he watched dancing black silhouettes scale up and down the wall from people's shadows from down the street. He simply continued on, ignoring the slurred chatter of the few stragglers he passed by until he stepped into the park where he was suddenly enveloped in silence and the dark.

At this point of time, thunder had begun to growl in the blackened sky above, giving warning that a rainstorm was imminent which was obviously just what Silas needed. That was a lie; the mere sound of the nearing storm made Sy cringe gently and inspired him to walk just a little quicker in order to avoid the rain as much as he could. His attempts all seemed to be in vain, however, as it wasn't long before droplets of water were spat out of the dark sky, plummeting down in pools of rain. God, Silas would do anything just to find some way to stay out of this rain. As he broke out in a hesitant half-jog half-walk, he couldn't imagine anyone so mad as to stay out here in the rain. He was an exception, of course; he had no choice.

But then, the moonlight's illumination revealed another exception, one which puzzled Sy greatly. He slowed to a curious walk, his eyebrows knitted together as, standing in the pouring rain, he looked ahead to find a young man curled up on a bench like he didn't wish to exist. Sy's heart pained momentarily, noting how small the boy was trying to make himself look like as he braved the rain storm. Thunder continued to roar frequently, rain hurling down through the sky, and Sy could not believe his eyes.

Lips parted slightly, Silas slowly began to approach the person, his lips shutting and quickly pressing together to form a thin and slightly agitated-looking line on his face. He silently approached the guy, hesitating before cautiously nudging his hand against his shoulder. The boy flinched violently, acting like he'd jumped straight out of his skin as he looked up at Silas, a surprised look on his face. Silas mirrored the bewildered expression, jumping back a little himself and recoiling his hand. Finally, he spoke, a gruff and serious but sympathetic tone lacing his voice, "Shouldn't you be going home now?... You do realize that it's not safe out here at night, yeah?"

Honestly, he had no clue how to approach this guy, but somehow something had caught his attention. Whether it was the scared look on his face or the saddening way he tried to shrink as small as he could, Silas didn't know; but, whatever it was, Sy actually felt like, for once, he should care for somebody. And, for some strange reason, Sy felt like this shivering, soaking wet and scared guy was the greatest person for him to assist. There was just something about him which really intrigued Silas, and he had to investigate further.
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Magnus had felt far too attached to Charlotte to ever dream of leaving her side, especially after the events which had unfolded so recently, however something seemed to slowly drift him away from the unholy events. Towering over the still-unconscious girl, Magnus' features contorted into a saddened look, his eyes glazing over with worry and fear that maybe what Chase had done wasn't enough to save Charlotte. He trusted the younger boy, though, with his life; Charlotte had to survive this. He would trust that she'd be okay, and as this unknown trigger began to pull him away from he place beside Charlotte, he began to rely on the knowledge that she'd be okay; now he had to figure out what on earth was bothering so much to the point where he felt okay with leaving Charlotte's side, even if it was only for a minute.

Thunder clapped through the sky like an audience watching down at the dramatic scene below, and Magnus flinched gently before raising his head to peer upwards at the very swift change of weather. There was only really one cause for this, which pulled at another one of his heartstrings. The sickly tar sky had boiled and brewed as shadowy clouds littered over above, and it wasn't long before rain droplets began hurling down to the ground, the sky sobbing out heavy beads of water. With furrowed eyebrows, Magnus gently ran his hand through Charlotte's hair one last time before hopping back up to his feet and pacing away in search of the source of what had been bothering him for the last few minutes. Stewart.

His shoes squelched against the muddy ground as he searched around, checking the main tent, Ripley's trailer and all around the perimeter of the grounds in search of the younger man. However, his efforts were to no avail. Ripley was no where to be seen. He searched longer and harder, folding his arms tightly against his body as his hoodie began to soak with rain droplets, and for a second he paused in his tracks for his eyes to follow Anna and, a couple of seconds later, Silas storming out of Ezra's office trailer. Then he continued against the grain and walked over to behind the trailer, the skirts of the woods emerging in his view. And, as he guessed, he found the sensitive boy hidden away in a tree, the leaves partially concealing him away from the others. Magnus grimaced gently, slowly approaching the tree as his arms hugged his torso as some strange sort of comfort. He looked up the tree, squinting his eyes softly as rain pattered down his face. "Stewart?..." He squeaked quietly, a concerned look sprawled across his features. "Are you okay?"
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[@ suzy : still so gutted okay I'm gonna reply to the witch thread tomorrow, just to let you know cx
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Magnus gasped gently when Stewart wavered on the tree branch above, a small and sad grimace on his face as he watched how down Ripley appeared to be. God, he really cared about Ripley and it was apparent to all those who ever saw Magnus around Stewart. The boy was just so soft and sensitive and there was something which made Magnus want to protect Stewart like it was the last thing he'd do. But, he knew Ripley would choose Silas over Magnus any day; that was something which he'd accepted ages ago. He had no resent towards the loud-mouth blond boy. He just desperately wished that Silas would begin to treat Stewart how he deserved to be treated.

Magnus smiled gently, his smile more sad than anything as he sensed just how artificial his laugh was. Oh, Ripley was terribly sad, and Magnus' heart hurt more and more by the second seeing the boy he really liked this way. Merely seconds later, his smile slowly faded as he replied, "I could say the same about you, y'know? Are you okay with sitting up there, or would you like to come down and come sit inside?... I, uh, I could grab you some dry clothes or a blanket... Or a hot drink? You look cold." He quickly said, a caring tone in his voice. He truly cared about the boy, it was now the matter of whether he'd accept Magnus' devotion or not. Probably not, but it was always worth a try.
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Silas could pretty much relate to the storm which loomed over him in the skies above as he plowed on across the trailer grounds like it was imminent that he'd create even more chaos. Just like a clap of thunder, he caused people to flinch at the sight of him when he was simply p*ssed off. But now, he wasn't just raging. He couldn't describe his anger in any other way than a storm. He thundered over to where he last saw Hunter, thankful that the boy was still there. He took a sharp breath, briefly glancing over to the right when he saw Magnus talking to Stewart in the near distance. Hmm, Rip had to hear his rant, too. Maybe in a minute. With tightly folded arms, Silas returned his gaze to Hunter before saying bitterly, "I'm back on probation, now... Your sister makes me so mad, y'know? I hate her!" He began his rant, quite selfishly, as he stood in an admittedly sheepish manner. He hated his authorities, but he was already in their bad books so it wasn't wise of him to go on about it, to be frank.
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