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okies. i'm on agian. 

still going to be a bit inactive....if anyone cares xD

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how popular are crack rps?

Cause like i wanna make an rp blog just for the giggles. 

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en We Heart It.

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what the fuck...............................................................

so this is the update people were talking about

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Send me a "✔" if you'd like to Role-play with me. Can't really go wrong. Do it.

Even if I am a motherfucking slow replier

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gone in a flash

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[ Out of Fuel ]

So I kind of just wanted to mention this now rather than later.

Especially cause I'm trying to get back into this whole role playing thing.

For right now until maybe February 5th, I won't be as active and might even disappear altogether until August 7th. However I'm going to do my best to pop in when I can but I'll most likely be very very very slow. What I might do is try to get on at least at night but I'll be on the most, an hour.

I just want you guys to know that, especially with some threads coming to life. I really want to stick around this time because rping seems to help me feel less like crap and gives me a chance to be somewhat creative. 

If your actually reading this and curious as to why i'll be gone or less frequent, message me. I guess I don' mind sharing the reason lols.

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If he was looking to piss Junko off, he was doing a good job of it. To mention her mother in a disrespectful manner not only angered her but had her ready for a fight rather than a race. She looked him over, from the features of his face to the clothes he wore. Being who she was it wasn't difficult learning who was a local and who wasn't. When your father was one of the top gang leaders, it was an easy and necessary task to know who was who. And this young man was defiantly new.

"I'd watch my tongue if I we're you. Don't want to piss off the wrong people do ya'?" she turned to look at a few of the crowd members, not just any regular fans but actual members of Caracas Ninos. If they didn't kill him she knew her father would want to get his hand's around his neck, disrespect to his wife never turned out well to those who even mentioned her name in a sentence meant for insult.

"But what's it to you if I'm the girl they're talking about?" emphasize on girl, being called a broad was also getting on her nerves. "Why do you ask, you looking for my autograph? Say please and I might actually sign your t-shirt."

I'm the fastest there is, and not even in bed, baby!

     Aliens of all the strangest appearances he could ever think of, surely this racer was unaffected, but truly they were a gang of pretty bad looking creatures, Dandy had to silently admit that to him. Hands were occasionally moving around, fondling with his cigarette pack, or fixing his wild, fuzzy hair. Normally he wouldn’t be wandering on planets like this, though, since they had a big name when it came to racing, the young racer just couldn’t keep his feet off the place.

     At the approach of someone causing whispered and prideful snickers, a hand was sent to remove his framed glasses, eyes blinking as they met the sight of a woman around his age. Apparently, he was not the only one who was a younger racer, but damn, this could truly get interesting. This one even talked back a «Oh? — Didn’t know I was gonna ram up two things at once.»

     «Are you the broad they keep whispering about? Or is it your mom I need to flip over and have my way?» Dandy asked as he put away his glasses, now fondling with his cigarette, white smoke vanquishing into the air. If this planet was as poor and dirty as it looked, the racers couldn’t be too much either now, could they?

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                                         Planet Dorothy.

A desert planet deprived of green hills and crystal blue lakes. Instead it was a planet filled with red sand dunes, rocks, mountains, and the occasional cacti.  Compared to other's it had a poverty struck appearance, some areas worse than others. Although it wasn't a tourist spot Planet Dorothy is known for it's racing. Racers from the all over the universe have driven down the Yellowline. Some famous names having their first start on the planet's race track. This was Planet Dorothy's pride and the resident's joy. Racing.

Today was no exception to the gathering crowd's excitement. The aliens swarmed the racetrack. It was a practice day for one of the racers. Not just any racer but a local to Dorothy. A local who had been placed into the universal racing ranks. Junko Batista. 

Junko leaned against Velocidad Buster, her mortified Bugatti Veyron as she waved to the people. She had never expected to get this far. It never occurred to her that she could one day become a racer. Approaching the female racer was a large brute looking canine humanoid. He leaned toward her, whispering in her ear. Pushing off her car she walked over to the crowd with a devilish grin. As she walked closer it was than she saw who she was told about. 

"You can't be talking about me?" she stopped in front of the small barricade that separated the crowd from the race track. "Because I'm not scared."

I'm the fastest there is, and not even in bed, baby!

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     «Oi, oi, oi — Make room already, will you?»

     A rather tall, slender male made his way through a smaller crowd of people, pushing and bumping them away, not even caring for the other’s well being. Hazel eyes fized at the only thing he had caught on since he came to this planet to fix his ship; «I heard there was a babe racing here. And I am up for a match with the broad — !» Racing. 

     Secluded by thick, framed glasses, eyes were scanning for the woman Dandy had heard whispers about, heart and soul ready to compete and to crush her, because there was no such t h i n g as losing when it came to him. 

    «If she’s scared, I totally get that,» Dandy said with a growing grin as the cigarette in his mouth rolled from one side to another, hands dug nicely into his pockets. Step one; annoying the opponent before they even agreed to a race. 

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