The Manor | NOT Accepting

[Soul~Collector]

((No no no... I just read your bio o.o maybe.... Hehe.

Haruka||17||Bisexual||Tags: Shimi, Cecelius||Location: forest it seems.

"No worries" Haruka removed her hand. Her creepy smile was still plastered on her face.

[Politics]

《Cheshire-Mute—Alias;Cecelius Kingsley》

《"How do you get your cigarettes to produce ordinary-colored smoke like that? Mine are strange. Especially my pipe." Cecelius looked a bit weirded out. He wrote more down. Would he ever stop? Probably not. Dork likes writing too much.》

[~Ash Wolf~]

Shimi Hellsent
"Their just regular cigarettes I bought from the stire, want one?" I offer pointing the bix at him.

[Soul~Collector]

Haruka||17||Bisexual||Tags: Shimi, Cecelius||Location: forest it seems.

Haruka stretched her arms out, and yawned. She stood there, waiting around. Haru then felt pressure rise up in her nose,the pressure became stronger. And so, she sneezed loudly.

[Politics]

《Cheshire-Mute—Alias;Cecelius Kingsley》

《"sure. But I'll tell you it doesn't produce normal smoke no matter what brand I buy." He took one out, and it promptly lit itself....blue? He took a puff and, lo and behold, the smoke looked more like blue, glowing smoke, like some sort of spirit. Cecelius sighed. "See what I mean?" The mask said. The cigarette also didn't smell. He lit it again with a normal lighter, and the same result occurred.》

[~Ash Wolf~]

Shimi Hellsent
"Thats weird....what are you? That might play a part in it." I suggest.

[Soul~Collector]

Haruka||17||Bisexual||Tags: Shimi, Cecelius||Location: forest it seems.

"Bless you Haruka..." Haru told herself. She listened to the two's conversation.

[~Ash Wolf~]

(sorry ment to say that, its hard playing and rp at the same time)

[Soul~Collector]

((No worries, if you are speaking to me that is lol x3

[Politics]

《Cheshire-Mute—Alias;Cecelius Kingsley》

《"I'm just a doctor. And a hobbyist Philosipher on the side." The mask stated quite matter-of-factly. Cecelius gave her a 'you keep asking me questions, but give me no information of yourself?' Kind of look. A quizzical, calculating glare. The signature glare that says everything he needs to say.》