Posts by Marcella B.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Can you not read?" She asked, tilting her head. What was wrong with that guy?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]She purposely fell over, making it dramatic. "Y-You big dog..." She cried.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]And finally, she ate the mint. It was... a mint. Not drugs, like her dad taught her all little white things would be.

"It's good." She said, sucking on it.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]friends with marcella?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marcella was day dreaming about romances and boys and girls. She was a simple-minded teenager- what else did you expect? When she thought of a guy, the first thought was of... Jacques.

Did she like him? She hoped not. She hated having crushes.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Oh, did this girl, Wysteriapaw, have something for Jacques? Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. She thought, angrily, and then turned back to the big french dog.
"Yeah, it's good. I'm glad you're well, though."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marcella turned to Wysteria. "Yes, we're settling in well." She smiled to the others.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Aaaaaaah. Marcella just wanted to sleep all day but no, she had to be a beneficial member to the clan. She shook her head, going to go hunt. "Does anyone wanna come hunt with me?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Good morning, ya' big fluffball." Marcella rolled out of bed, falling onto the floor. "Ow."
She got up. "What's the plan for today?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"You're just big." She said, yawning. "It's not that big of a deal." She laughed.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"It's morning, you big nut." She muttered, pulling away.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marchella rolled her eyes, making her way over. "I didn't really- oh, whatever." She turned. "I can plant seeds."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Pretty flowers, m'am." The girl would speak, padding over. She wished she could have flowers like that too- big, blossoming roses. But alas, she was powerless. Marcella smiled. "I don't really believe we've met before. I'm Marcella."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]marcella and adler can be friends?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]it is
and ye wysteria can have a thread with her!! who makes?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"I'll give you a mint." She said, licking his forehead.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]Marcella had been picking flowers, going to give them to some allies, but then she saw a girl about her age, sobbing.

She gently set her basket down and sat next to Rhod. "Hey... are you okay?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]"Huh? Hey, what's the matter?" Marcella just saw the little serval peering into a den, and her face scrunched up into one of confusion. "Are you okay?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]She unwrapped the mint from it's container and gently set it on his tongue. "Mint given."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: none; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify;]best friends with marcella?

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