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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter liked costumes, simply for the fact that she could masquerade around as someone she was not and not be herself for a while, because if she were honest, Loveletter didn't like being herself for as long as she had to be. She had dabbled in costumes for a while, actually; crossdressing was a strength of hers and not looking like herself was an even bigger one. "Hit me up, kiddo." the calico commented simply, settling down beside her clanmates and eyeing the box with intrigue glittering in her amber gaze.

me too tbh
I seriously cannot deal with that kind of stuff
like I'm ok doing the dirty work in dissections but??
watching someone pull things out of things or squeeze gross stuff out??
I'm out
I'm gone
I've probably taken up a new name and moved to france already

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Watching Luna intently, Loveletter couldn't hide the smile that erupted to her face as the other feline complimented her advice, even if sarcastically. Somewhere down there, Love hoped her words held some merit. "Thanks! I do find my methods to be infallible." she responded gleefully, although her eyes narrowed briefly as she noticed the cringe that shook Luna's entire face. Worry briefly trickling into her amber optics as she popped another seed, only to slump back into a laying position pathetically. "Y'know, I'm really not a doctor. If you want serious advice, you should be asking someone with more knowledge in the field." Wow! Actual advice from Loveletter, what a cherished rarity.

"There's drugs for everything. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a drug designed to specifically make you gain weight." Loveletter answered Luna's question with a brief shrug of her shoulders, dropping herself to the floor and into a sitting position, even if she had initially meant for the conversation to be a brief, passing one. "Girl, I have a lot of problems i need to address. I'll get to them one day." there was a wistful glimmer in the feline's eyes as she said this, as if it was a future far from her grasp.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Club fairs always had Iliana wanting to hibernate until it was over; so many loud people, so much social interaction, so many first years with their bright, glimmering eyes, youthful stances, and actual hope for the future. It made her exhausted, but as the leader of the coding club, Iliana had to be there. So there she was, a tiny little booth to the right of the robotics club with tiny banners, messy little letters, and a completely bored head just behind the nearly broken table. Even if the girl had garnered enough willpower to actually attend the fair and recruit new members, she seemed completely disinterested; with long, red hair flickering into her glasses-covered eyes, she stared down into a laptop screen and typed away frantically, as if her life depended on how fast she could type. But no, she wasn't doing homework, of course; she was freelancer and did many things for many people, which included hacking into cyber-security for the bad guys or creating insurmountable barriers for the good guys. Iliana always thought that if she got caught for some of her more blackhat hacking jobs, she could just change her name and move to france, but she was incredibly good at covering her tracks so she doubted it would happen soon. "dialogue"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The hum of society sounded all around her as Iliana stared into the laptop screen, yet the redhead did not turn her gaze away from her shining laptop screen in order to survey all the future prospects for her club. Iliana knew from the years of managing the club that people would approach her regardless of whether she looked engaged or not, so the College Junior simply resorted to not trying anymore. Of course, she would talk to people if they attempted conversation with her, but the woman found it much easier to stay quiet and do her work until someone decided to inquire about the prerequisites of the Coding Club. Fingers still clicking at the keys of the laptop, she had barely noticed Hana stepping past her station to get into the Esports booth, not until the foreign student offered a smile and a few words. Looking up and casting her deep chocolate gaze to the girl, Iliana donned a smile beaming with charisma and responded blithely. "At least someone understands me." she stated simply, before getting right back into her work. Despite the rather humorous personality of the girl, she found herself without many friends due to scarce shared interests and the girl's incredible lack of self-care. It wasn't that she minded, however, she was already dating her job.

Before long, the fair had become crowded. Freshmen with their youthful eyes scattered around the booths, inquiring of the prerequisites, while the older students simply milled around in case they grew interested in any of the other clubs. Iliana hadn't expected to get too much new meat for her club this year; there were so many people interested in the other clubs, and while coding was rather popular, she couldn't say she had ever gotten many members from the booth alone. Thus, in the past years, she had turned to nefarious tactics. Recalling 2015 with as smile, the redhead remember how she had programmed a virus to circulate the emails of the entire student body that immediately sent them to the page that advertised the club. Of course, her superiors were not too happy about it, but considering her smooth tongue, Iliana had managed to get out of it with only a few hours of community service. A grin suddenly upon her face as she typed, the redhead only glanced up as a hesitant voice fluttered to her.

Casting her brown gaze upon Mie and offering a smile to him, the Coding Club leader briefly adjusted the glasses on her nose and began to explain to him the prerequisites. "Hey, as long as you know your way around a computer, you could get in." she responded with a grin, briefly pausing the typing to engage in conversation. "If you're a newbie, you came to the right person, because you could be learning from only the best. Not to flatter myself, but I do consider myself a, ahem, expert." From the little quirk of her eyebrows and the increasingly mirthful smile, it was clear she was joking, but you could never tell with her.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Nearly jumping at the costume handed to her, the feline pulled the vampire costume on without hesitation, including the fake teeth and everything. Grinning at the implications of the costume, Loveletter quickly donned the fake teeth and turned to face the gropu dramatically, feeling incredibly confident now that she was not just Loveletter, but a sorrowful 18th-century vampire who had to suck the blood from the people she loved. "Now I can really leech off people." the calico joked with a grin, briefly adjusting the costume to better accentuate her features.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It was always a pleasure for her, for her to inhale all the food in a mile radius and gorge herself on things that could briefly, momentarily numb her mind and distract her emotions, which so often threatened to peek through her practiced guard. While Loveletter had not often done in such a political setting (in fact, she never had), she was content to meet new people and eat everything she found to accompany her new friends. Approaching on stark white paws, the youthful calico adjusted the striped glasses balancing on her maw and cast her sunken eyes to the rest of the group, counting those who had the odd smell of open plains accompanying their fur. There weren't too many Windclanners, but the Blizzardclanner had the sneaking suspicion that that would change soon. "Whaddup, Windclanners." the female muttered vaguely and casually, quickly sauntering over to Ivylee, collapsing upon the blankets, and clicking open a can of soda. Without even an ounce of hesitance, the cat knocked it back without any concern for her health, finding that her blood had basically been replaced by caffeine at this point.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter was fond of odd names; hers was weird enough, but she knew, somewhere out there, there were so many more cultures with so many more beautiful names, and the calico could hardly imagine. Loveletter knew her actual name was a weird one too, but as she had been constantly trying to erase any of her past wrongdoings, she had too erased the very name from her identity as well. The cat hoped DeyVarah would not do the same with her name. "DeyVarah... I like it, I like it. Mind if I call you Dey? Or Monday? Or Sunday?" while the first nickname had been serious, the next two were decidedly not and that was garnered from the quick wink the feline sent to the mutated snow leopard. "I'm Loveletter. Two parts genius and the other parts psycho."

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love doesn't even know wist but yeAH I LOVE ME SOME AUS
anyways
love is a red-haired free-lance hacker who has an affinity for hoodies and has terrible vision so she has to wear her glasses at all times. she has a diet of doctor pepper and chips and uses memes in her day to day life without another thought. also she would kill someone for a cat. give her a cat.

I feel like it'd be cool to have an island suddenly fall and cause some widespread panic
idk tho

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter wasn't quite gentle either. Often, the cat went about her life with a sharp voice, crude jokes, and a languid step, for she did not care too much for the act of living and did not put too much thought into making other people like her. Even so, she was happy to help Mae, mostly because honey was one of her favorite flavors and she couldn't live without tasting it at least once after so many months of going without it. Stepping upon the branch that the hive curled upon and grinning with a relaxed air, the calico slowly draped herself over the branch, casting her deep amber eyes to the female below. "Need some help, honey?" she feline wondered with a grin, obviously making an allusion to the fruits of their labor. With a yawn, Loveletter began swqatting at the thin, waxy threads that connected the bee home to the wood until it eventually came tumbling down. If all the commotion had not made the surviving bees angry before, it did now, for as soon as the bees tumbled from their abode, they immediately turned towards her. "Irresistible, even to bees." the cat muttered, beginning to back off the branch in regret.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter found herself slinging her body to the ground, much too out of shape to participate but quite content to watch blood boil and fur fly. Settling her eyes on ivylee, vaguely noticing her from around the clan, then to Weiss, the calico quickly clapped her paws together with a mirthful grin. "This is the kind of fight to eat popcorn to!" she chirped, winking at the two.

I was so sad at the ending omg
it was like watching everything being ripped away at once
but I liked it!!

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]When faced with the obstacle of a rainy day, a person generally has three options. Go out and enjoy it, trudge through it seeking shelter, or watch gleefully from a cozy dry area. And with storm clouds gathering making the already dark evening that much darker, Loveletter elects to find refuge beneath a stone overhang. Just in time, too — minutes later a downpour starts with the rumble of thunder in the distance. The charming start of the summer storm season.

The inclement weather rolls through with growing ferocity, occasionally roaring out thunder loud enough to shake at the trees of the heartland. It makes it dreadfully difficult to focus on making new jokes while curled up at the back of the stone wall — each time the calico settles into a humorous smile, a crack of thunder yanks her back to reality. Hard to imagine a thunderstorm as being a petulant child, but it certainly seems an apt description as it refuses to give her peace for long. Turning her gaze out to where sheets of rain pelt against the landscape, a voice echoes from where she sat."Can you stop for maybe a second? God damn," Loveletter grumbles, the allotted time she had set aside for ushering up her humor and hiding anything just beneath was soon turning into time separated for yelling at the thunder that crackled against the ominous sky.

tbh same
it felt sorta forced honestly
I just want strong platonic relationships between two characters for once please movies
please

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Considering Iliana was expected to finish with college in nearly a year, the girl figured herself pretty smart. Sure, she was to be a short-lived club leader, but that was exactly why she was so dogged to garner as much interest as she could by the end of the year so she could peace out of school without any ties pulling her back. At his incredulous question, the red-head tapped her head with a finger, offering an award-winning smile. "You bet, man," she responded, before crumpling under the weight of his dare. If that was what required to make him join, she would do it. "and I've found more embarrassing things before. Ever wonder what scandalous things Vladimir Putin looks up in his free-time? Yeah, you wouldn't want to, unless you want to be murdered for it."

"But," the hacker started again, briefly raising a hand to her hair to wrestle with curly, unruly tresses. "if you really want to know Trump's search history, you can know for the meager price of joining the club, then you can know any secret you could ever desire." With a wink that could have almost twinkled, the girl turned back to focus on her laptop again, the sound of click-clack filling the air again as she returned to her work very briefly. If Mie wanted to continue the conversation, she would obviously oblige, but for now, she seemed distracted.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter sat at the base of the meeting, her eyes locking onto the figure of Sweetophelia and glimmering with mirth. It wasn't entirely certain why the calico was smiling, but ti was likely that a joke she couldn't ignore had popped into her mind. It would be hard for the leader to catch the flighty female's attention.

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you go pen
get all that stuff done
be more productive than my entire life combined you wonderful person

yeah! like
it's enough for infatuation but by the way they hugged, it' didn't seem like infatuation
loud sigh
I hope relationships could be accurately portrayed for once

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Poetry wasn't Loveletter's forte. The calico was apt rather in the field of math, numbers, and humor, instead of the acres of writing and romantic words that often surrounds her. The way words were woven to make pictures did not hold the feline's attention for long, but she quickly decides to entertain Ivylee with the thought that she would actually pay attention as soon a she hears the Blizzardclanner's voice. The cat saunters up to where the plump Blizzardclanner sat and smiles, mirth glimmering in her eyes. "Only if it's my mixtape," the cat jokes, her grin growing wider at how smoothly she had pulled off the joke. "If it's not... Hm, yeah, I guess so." with a flick of her tail, the patched cat lowers her haunches to the floor and stares towards the cat, anticipating her words.

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loveletter is pretty new and still close to her intended personality, so I'll do an old character!

- she was supposed to be completely enraptured by nature, in that it calmed her to the point where she could sleep a full night. eventually, this affinity hardly became the center of her focus and instead became an interest.
- she was supposed to be eventually murdered by someone from her past, actually the causation of her ptsd. It never happened, and so think I kept her alive too long, as her life was supposed to be fleeting but impactful.
- she was supposed to not fall in love as fast as she did. It was supposed to be very angsty and drawn out, but it quickly became the product of infatuation. It eventually was angsty when the guy faked his own death but it wasn't intended to go that way.
- she was supposed to be a bit more nervous than she ended up being. She became friendlier than I intended, and while still introverted, she ended up being more welcoming and kind than as shy as I wanted.