[heartleafed]

Username: leyendecker
Name: zhinjin
10 word personality: bumbling fool with a big attitude who just loves dirt
What do they do at the crack of dawn?
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[root]

username: root
name: aleksander
nickname: sasha
10 word personality: life is half spent before we know what it is.
what do they do at the crack of dawn?:

sasha rubbed his eyes, a desperate and rather hopeless attempt to rid himself of the previous night's tears.
i didn't mean to hurt you
maybe once he'd believed it, but now the words had gone bad, like milk left to spoil. they were meaningless, but they were all he had, so he allowed them to run through his head as he washed his face.

he winced as he made himself breakfast, as the sound of cereal spilling into the bowl sounded so much like rain hitting the roof. it had stormed that terrible night.
i am so sorry
it was a phrase that sasha had said so many times it felt unnatural; a string of empty gibberish. his meal had no flavor, no taste, like some kind of grave metaphor for his own life. sasha felt himself slipping away again, back to that wretched void of desolation. he scrambled to pull himself back out, at least long enough to finish his routine.

sasha dug through his closet, teeming with wrinkled and unfolded clothing, each seemingly drabber than the last. finally he settled on a t-shirt for a band he'd never heard, and a pair of jeans with too many holes for it to have been intentional. it would do.

bzzz. bzzz. bzzz.
9:00. time for therapy.

[revvington]

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What do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.)
MARK BECAUSE IM A ROOSTER

[Dreamie]

username: dreamie
name: x
10 word personality: x
what do they do at the crack of dawn? [500 wrd limit]

[~The Original Alice~]

Mark

[Fwutter]

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res

[Morta]

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res with this idea:
The village he lives in is guarded by a sacred beast. At dawn every morning, his family has been tasked with bringing the villger's offerings to the beast. He never fails to wake just as the sun begins to rise. Its tradition.

[ThatDragonAdara]

Username: ThatDragonAdara
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What do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.)
Holy moly big wip!

[carotid]

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001. carotid x 002. name: matías
003. alias: the rooster. 004. 10 words:
si vale la pena hacerlo, vale la pena
hacerlo bien. [if a job is worth doing,
it's worth doing well.] story is 402 words.
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i can't get a darn break. this morning, i got an email at 4:33 am. on the dot. i remember the xx
time 'cus i was dreaming about bacon and coffee and a darlin' to wake up to on a sunday
mornin'. maybe a hand to hold on those bleary afternoons where i could use nothin' but
a good read and along sit out on the porch. but nah, i can't get a wink of sleep because
these people are always askin' to get someone killed.

i'm okay with the early mornings.
they give me time to think. breathe. maybe drink a cup of orange juice or two- not have
awful dark nightmares of the ones i've killed, and the ones i wish i had. i wake up in a
cold sweat, my bones achin', and my heart just feelin' mighty tight. sometimes i hate my
job. gotta make pop happy, though. who'da thought that a mafia legend, a god, the one
the one that everyone worships, woulda had a son and not forced him right into crime?

i'm tired of it. i'd give anythin' for a lazy mornin' of coffee with a little too much cream an'
sugar and the paper in front of me. but the headlines of "another mystery murder" would
bring me back outta it, anyways. but they never catch me- i'm in an' out, just like pop tau-
ght me to do. that's why it's a mystery. but for the love 'a god, i just wanna take a good
nap without the fear of the feds poundin' at my door, screamin' to put my hands up and
threatenin' me with their guns. i'm scared of that day- but, hell, not like i can do a thing.

so today, at dawn, i'm fixin' a bowl of off-brand cereal and day-old milk while i'm tryna
figure out my plan for the day. the milk's a lil' sour, but i can't go to the store today. not
after a kill. i get a lil' jittery. you gotta work with what ya got sometimes. this mornin's
email is to take out one of tha lowkey shady business guys up high in corporate who's
givin' my dad trouble for the fourth time too many. this one's pretty mild. in an' out.
quick, quiet, easy. simple.

guess it's off to work for this fella. maybe i'll be able to sleep in tomorrow- not likely, though.

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[idyll]

an absolute res <33