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  • Chat & Plot Discussions


    *halloween rolls by*
    Antsy: *Hides in panic room*
    Trojan: "ANTSYYYY~!!! I WANT CANDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!"
    Antsy: *Prays*

  • [ LIGHT IT UP, YEAH LIGHT IT UP ] -- dual joining


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]Encyclopedia felt his gaze drop. No...No...these guys where strangers. Just roll solo! That was his motto! Why couldn't Trojan just consider his feelings for a split second? And stop being so impulsive.
    "W-We h-have n-no buisness! R-right Trojan?" He pleaded silently, conjuring his hard hat. Putting it on his head, and buckling it up.
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  • [ LIGHT IT UP, YEAH LIGHT IT UP ] -- dual joining


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]"I-I'm Paranoica...C-call me Antsy..." He said the words somberly. Trojan wouldn't have it. She wouldn't have her mind changed. As usual. His business here? He had none. He wanted a restraining order.
    Hearing her lie, there was a single tear. Just one. All he could manage at the moment. "I want to go back to the p-panic room..." He whispered, so his voice was barely audible. As usual. He almost always spoke in a hushed whisper. Listening for danger. Flowerpots and pianos. They were his biggest enemy. They always found a way to crash down on his head. Fire always found its way on his pelt, and he always found himself being beat up by strangers. The poor kid was afraid of his own shadow. He was afraid of any shadow. That meant danger. Shadowy figures meant danger.
    "I-I'll just...t-tag along then."
    It was getting dark. Rather be with Trojan in a group of possible friends then a lonely path at night.
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  • [ LIGHT IT UP, YEAH LIGHT IT UP ] -- dual joining


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][size=8]Antsy jumped; maybe a little bit too high for what the small scare he received. Thank god he hadn't noticed the mountains of dead bodies around here. Thank god he was looking at his paws. He could smell it. He was in denial about it. "I-I DON'T KNOW ANY NURSE!" He cried the words out in fear, not wanting to be killed. Maybe he was a bit paranoid for the small gesture. Though it seemed sensible to him. He was very easy to scare.
    Way to easy. He held his maw, and dipped his head; trembling. "S-Sorry f-for y-yelling...b-but...I-I d-don't k-know...a-any...d-doctors..." He was a little nervous about the band. Music could damage his eardrums.[hr]
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  • here we go again ( open / high school AU )


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    Gomez found himself digging through the trash. Gardening gloves on.


    They had thrown his books in the trash. They soiled his project for science. Or at least his research portion...The emo teenager grabbed his stuff, and began his dangerous walk through the hall.


    His current injury count? Zero.
    Keep that number in mind. The deppressingly paranoid teen took a step before a girl opened her locker, hitting him in the face with its metal door. He cried out in pain, having just bit his tongue. Sure she apolagized...And helped him up,but he found himself eager to pull away. Germs. She must of had them.


    He avoided the latter where the repairman was. Yet while watching him wearily, he didn't notice the wet floor sign. He tripped again, hitting the back of his head. This a muffled groan, he pulled his hoodie off, revealing the helmet. With luck like his? You had to be prepared. He thought this as he found the door to the classroom. It looked like he had ran through a minefield. Bags under his eyes, one black eye, bloody nose, mild concussion, and plenty of bruises All in a days work for the first day. With dull gold eyes locked on the floor, he picked a desk. Before he sat, the chair was pulled from under him. Without a word to his attacker, he got the chair back. He sat, and listened.


    This was why he used to be homeschooled.


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  • [ LIGHT IT UP, YEAH LIGHT IT UP ] -- dual joining


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    "T-Trust me...Y-you're n-not the only one who doesn't w-want to be here..." he chuckle sounded sickly and raw. Probably because he was so damn deppressing to be around.
    The bipolar duo. One? In it for the thrill. The other? Missed the bunker. Antsy was nearing his weekly mental breakdown again. So he was keeping low. Thats probably why he was crying. Contemplating how much life sucked, and how fruitless joy was.






    captain Emo im dying



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