Posts by kaliko

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  • CAMP KALLAWAYA ROLEPLAY THREAD

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid #d9d9d9; border-bottom: none; width: 440px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #d9d9d9; text-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #d9d9d9; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=#6d2e2e]( VEGAS Q. MORGAN )[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid #d9d9d9; width: 420px;]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 5px solid white; width: 50px; height: 150px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #b3b3b3; background: url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/6d1…m0cg3pKD1u8jps8o7_250.gif) center; background-size: cover;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid #d9d9d9; width: 300px; height: 159px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; min-height: 150px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: 150px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: #6d2e2e; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: 0.2px;]the smell of forestry filled vega's lungs, sitting in the front of the camp bus. they weren't allowed to drive their own cars, for fear of leaving. So the brunette sat quietly, looking out the window. Her duffel bag was beside her, everything she needed for the next three months stored away inside of it, including her medications. She was excited; all of her real friends were here. And three months away from her abusive father? It was paradise.




    The rusty bus came to a halt in the camp lot, and she smiled. Standing up, she grabbed her duffel bag and hopped off. She was on the last bus - meaning she was the last group to arrive. But that okay. Walking up to the entrance, she was greeted by the head councilers, Thomas. [b][i]Hey Vegas! Go ahead and sign in, you'll be bunking you Evan, obviously.

    Vegas took the pen and signed in, waving before walking into the thriving camp.




    Looking around her eyes landed on a familiar figure. Kubra? She called out, watching him turn towards her voice. Once they both recognized each other, Vegas ran over, dropping her bag as she leapt into the air, arms and legs locking onto his body as they both went down to the ground in a massive hug. But they both made it up against, his strength making it easy for him to stand back up.




    God, I missed you.
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  • CAMP KALLAWAYA ROLEPLAY THREAD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:120px; background:#753535; padding-right:50px; padding-left:50px; padding-top:30px; padding-bottom:30px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height:100px; width:80px; border: 5px solid white; background:url(http://66.media.tumblr.com/f4d…m0cg3pKD1u8jps8o2_250.gif); background-size: 100%;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; min-height:200px; background: white; padding-right:50px; padding-left:50px; padding-top:30px; padding-bottom:30px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:11px; color: #753535; text-align: justify;]vegas rolled her eyes at his comment about perspiration in places there shouldn't be. alright. My bunk first though. I have more stuff than you. picking up her duffel bag, the babe let the handy strap slip over her physique, making it a lot easier to carry. Her long, milky brown locks cascaded down her shoulders, bouncing as they began making their way to the cabins. She was stationed in cabin three, right in front of the large fire pit, it was the best cabin, and she knew that. She was in it two times before. The beds were new, and it was just overall cleaner and nicer than the other cabins. But it wasn't like the others were unsanitary. Cabin three burned down, so they built another to replace the old. You could have cabins one, two, four, five, and six. that's just be weird.


    the outside of the cabin was identical to the rest, except for the large three painted on the door frame. walking up the wooden stairs and onto the wooden patio, vega inhaled, looking over the worn screen door. Opening it up, it revealed the infrastructure. i'm finally home. she exclaimed, and threw her duffel bag onto the top floor. She always had the top floor, for evan hated it. Climbing up the latter, she called over her shoulder to Kubra. Look now, this is the only time you're allowed. She smirked, talking about her lower luxury. Making it to the top, Vegas looked down at him, a smirk graced upon her flawless features. Shifting her body, she sat on the edge, legs swinging over the edge. The view was beautiful from up here. There was a rather large rectangular window right across from her, which let in the entire camp, including the other cabins across from hers. Looking down at Kubra, Vegas leaned against the railing, before hopping down from the edge and landing right in front of him.


    Your cabin next? She asked, green eyes locked with his bright blue ones. She couldn't deny there was sexual tension between the two. You could swim in it if you really wanted too, it was that dense. After a moment, she broke eye contact and cleared her throat, and exited the cabin, looking back at Kubra. You coming?
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  • LITTLE ROCK PENITENTIARY - p roleplay

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#f8f8f8; border: none; width: 460px; padding: 3px; font-family: arial; font-size: 5.5pt; color: #979797; text-transform: uppercase;]ARE YOU INSANE LIKE ME, BEEN IN PAIN LIKE ME? BOUGHT A HUNRED DOLLAR BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE LIKE ME?[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; width: 448px; height: 140px; overflow: hidden; padding: 9px; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 448px; height: 140px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 26px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 448px; min-height: 140px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; color: #979797; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: 0.2px;]Vegas rolled her eyes sarcastically at Nik, who began talking about Luschek's kinks. Yeah, I think I remember seeing a flash of gold in his desk. I personally sapphire is more of his gem, but who knows. shifting slightly at the sight of a Bobby pin, Vegas made sure to play her poker face. on his bet, V hesitated; before shrugging. Sure, why not? The previous drug lord let her hands nonchalantly hold out for him, and times him in her head as he picked the lock of the silver cuffs. At twenty six, the cuffs silently unlocked, fortunately landing on her lap instead of the ground. She grabbed the metal cuffs and hid them behind her for now. She's put them on when they made it to the school. For now, Vegas got comfortable, still facing Nikolaus.


    I've had plenty of practice, let's just keep it at that. She smirked, talking about his compliment on her hit. It was true that she was a reoccurring resident in the shu for multiple attacks of guards. Recently, she struck Mayweather and Garcia. Recently being the last three months. In all, she was put in shu for six weeks. Three for each punch. Havent seen you get in much trouble recently, Nikolaus. What's with that? She joked, but it was true. She knew he was capable of doing some bad. Glancing out the window, she sighed, watching the skyscrapers grow.


    She always loved being in a car. Or any vehicle for that matter. The feeling was powerful. Being able to go hundreds of miles per hour was just so fascinating to her. And the way everything blended together outside of the glass window. It was almost as if the dames structure was separated from the rest of the world. Returning to the male, she rubbed her wounded wrists, exhaling as she inspected the cuts. They weren't very deep, but it was the hairline splits that hurt the worse in her opinion.
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  • TAKE IT SLOW — private plot & chat

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; width: 420px]fern isadora monroe / 19 / female / bisexual / underestimated / sarcastic, nonchalant, short-tempered / isabella peschardt / open for plotting


    we should plot oddi cx