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Netherlands slowly walked around in the hallways, alone, hoping to run into a familiar face or two. His pipe was stuck in his mouth. Turning a corner, he saw a door that lead outside and exited into the cool fresh air. Netherlands took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent. He could tell that a large amount of his time would be spent out here, With a sigh he continued to stroll around, seeing others on the way but ignoring them. He reached a river that flowed calmly behind the school and sat on its banks, inhaling the nice scent of the area by the water. Netherlands scooted over so he was under a tree and, pulling out a journal and a mechanical pencil from his pocket, he began to write. He was continuing a story that he had begun writing a few weeks ago. It was about a boy named Key who fell into a fantasy world with his best friend - who he fancied - and they couldn't get out, so they had to adapt and learn to survive in the new world, and possibly, find a way out. So far, it was going good, in his mind. Netherlands ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of what to do next. This was a habit of his, and usually when one would see him doing this, he was thinking hard. An idea came to mind and he scratched the words into the page, messy handwriting small and dark.
*Hey guys, if you could, could you not go to far. I know it's evil of me to ask this when it's so intense but it would be most convenient to other role players.*
You only dummies without hearts But your faces look exactly like ours Again and again I try to by Your over-priced "constructive criticism"
Michel let go and hissed, Landing on the other side of Zoe again, His form changing into his grown human form, His eye's narrowed as he glared at the other angrily.