#˗ˏˋ 🫧 ꒰ OPEN ROLEPLAY. ꒱
A young woman approaches you with a smile that borders on hysterical. Her demeanor is cheery, but you can tell by the way she carries herself that she's on edge, especially when she peers over her shoulder like she's being watched. She fidgets with the collar of her shirt, seeming nervous to speak, but she eventually gets the words out, voice soft and slightly shaky.
❝I'm sorry to be a bother, but could you pretend we know each other and walk with me for a little while? I think I'm being followed...❞
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A steady flow of blood drips from Blake's nose, his face marred with bruises, one eye blackened and swollen, no doubt by a fist. He beams nonetheless, grin spanning from ear to ear, showcasing sharp pearly whites in the process.
❝Heh, you should see the other guy!❞
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Cheryl's just standing there with blood trickling out of her nose. Not a single care in the world, possibly not even a thought in her mind, just blinking one eye at a time as crimson trails down her face.
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A disheveled young individual is squatting in an alleyway, scarfing down a bagel that's likely not hers like it's the first piece of food she's seen in days. She doesn't notice your muse at first, much too focused on her food to pay attention to her surroundings, but the second your muse's foot meets a discarded bottle, her head snaps up, blue eyes darting to meet your muse's. She wipes her face with her sleeve, taking to her feet with a raised eyebrow, an air of caution in her stance.
❝You need somethin'?❞
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Blake regards your muse with a smile. Frog fact time.
❝Did you know that frogs were the first land animals with vocal cords?❞
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Tag dump! My pinned has my characters' tags!
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