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im going on hiatus for i dont know how long. my uncle was just shot and killed. 

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Miss Greengrass:

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She’s leaned against the wall with her bag dropped at her feet and a book in her hands, bored and idle as she waits. It’s been an interesting class, to say the least, made all the more so by Astoria’s willingness to argue with everyone from the students to the professor when the mood strikes her – and, as far as she’s concerned, that’s really all it takes to make something good.

     He’s late for his office hours – and she could leave, but if she’s going to just stand there being bored on campus, then she might as well be bored here. As soon as she sees him, she reaches down to scoop up her bag, before straightening, the book she was holding forgotten. “Professor? I was wondering if you had a minute. I wanted to talk to you about my final paper.”

         Yes, he’s late for his office hours.But if he had taken into account the setting sun, he would have changed his office hours to a more reasonable time for him. He’ll send out a correction via e-mail but for now, he’s adjusting to the new class. This isn’t his first semester but the subject is new and he finds many of the slackers take the evening courses. There are those who impress him but they are few and far between.           “Ah, Miss Greengrass, why am I not surprised. Barely int’ the class and yer already lookin’ t’ get ahead.”          Adjunct professors tend not to have office hours because of the simple fact they have no offices, but there’s a block where a classroom is free and he chooses to claim it to help the few who actually wish to succeed. 

          “Best get on with it. Don’t want t’ be holdin’ up the rest o’ the students waitin’.” She’s the only one there.

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         “I never judge ma’am, merely observe. Is there a particular folk o’ yers who does?”

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         “ Spare me your judgement.            I get enough of that from someone else. “ 

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meme; things I like to know about rp partners

FILL IN:

I like to be called: Kim 
My favorite color is: Purple 
Gender: Female 
One thing you should know about me: I can disappear for periods of time without any contact but mean no harm by it. I just get busy and forgetful 
One thing you should know about my muse: ... he can and will not hesitate to kill *shrug emolji* 
First language: English

HIGHLIGHT: Age range: under 13 | 14-17 | 18-22 | 23-25 | 26-29 | 30+ 
 Am I okay with NSFW? Yes | No | Sometimes | Depends 
I have: one | more than one muse My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | other 
OC friendly? Yes | No | Depends 
RP blog: does | doesn’t contain OOC posts.

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          “Isn’t that... Isn’t that a children’s picture book?”          He’s not very surprised, merely amused by her enthusiasm over such a thing as a children’s book. He’s safe to say he’s never actually read the book, simply heard of it from countless individuals such as children he’s come across. This has to be the first from a grown woman, however.

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   ❛ —Have you ever just found a book that speaks to you on a    profoundly spiritual level? I like to think as people, we’ll stumble    across a few in our lifetime, but this one? This one understands me    better than most. It’s called The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Have you    read it?

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♈ @captniixon didn’t ask for this

          The eeriness of the waves crashing against not only sand, but bodies piled high sends shivers of anticipation down the Vampire’s spine. The number of lives taken on that day, June 6, 1944, is unprecedented for many but barely scratches the surface of what he’s seen. Even now, he walks along the wreckage of mangled limbs and torn bodies in search of perhaps a straggler, a meal to satisfy him. He hears the faint beating, so weak, barely a morsel.            “A-Are you.. an Angel?”           There’s barely breath on his lips and Archer can’t help but look forlornly at the man clinging to what little life is left in him. Archer kneels, fingers brushing dirt and blood from his forehead.            “Of Death, perhaps. Your battle is over, my friend.”

          The night is still young and he finds need for companionship after his meal. He adjusts the uniform he’s adopted from one of the beached soldiers. It’s not like they’re going to need it now. He looks for a name badge and finds nothing but the patches that give away his ranking and regiment. He’s taken on a mere foot soldier’s identity, something that wouldn’t be questioned should he run into any loose soldiers.

           There’s a camp nearby, stragglers trying to find their groups after the beaches. Archer adjusts his jacket once more before approaching, hands raised and assuming a non threatening posture as best he could. He knows how high strung the lot of them will be, after all, they’re on foreign soil now. All bets are off.           “Got room for one more?” 

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       At that point in time, Penny Lane was staring at her phone with some impatience, as well as anxiousness. Miakoda should’ve met her there about half an hour ago and she was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t that she was afraid of suddenly becoming two, if not more people; she had gotten ahold of it in a fairly disciplined manner, but… the possibility was always there, and she felt as if all that pressure and not training it, but rather being so hellbent on hiding it, was only making it worse overtime. 

       Her thoughts of impending doom were interrupted by the man. Taking a step back, her dark eyes gazed at him in sudden fear before she realised her simply stood his ground as he spoke, instead of intending to harm her. She listened to him carefully, he didn’t seem to be drunk. His offer sounded tempting, she actually didn’t like having to stand where she was in the middle of the night, however, she was waiting for her sister to show up.

       “I-I… thank you, Sir. That’s really kind from you, but I was waiting for my sister and I’d feel terrible if I just left and I had her looking around the block for me. I would be truly grateful if I could count on you to keep me some company, at least for a few minutes.”

          She’s making it too easy for him. A dashing smile spreads across his face and rather than the usual position of sliding his hands into his pockets, he keeps them out in the open, allowing her to see that he’s holding nothing.           “It’d be a pleasure t’ wait. I wouldn’t want ya t’ miss yer sister.”          He allows himself to lean back against the wall of the building, eyes looking around at the darkness around them. There’s a street lamp flickering just close enough to shed some light on the two of them, but it isn’t one to bring comfort. If anything, the area is dreary and curiosity spikes in him for just a moment.          “Might I ask, why ya’d meet yer sister here? Wouldn’t ya pick a better spot t’ meet? This isn’t the nicest of places. There’s all types o’... unsavory people around these parts.”

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haha its so awkward when youre digging a hole to hide a body and you find another body. 

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off.the.records;;  If you don’t think Archer stole as many books and scrolls as he could from the Library of Alexandria as it’s being destroyed, you aRE WRONG