Alright guys, notice red.
I'll be out of the country from the
27-3 and may not be able
to post.
Current role play wrote:"Everyone's legs are the same, but no
one has the same hands. Some make music, some fire weapons, but a
person's hands are the real outwards appearance of their soul."
Dawnstar10 wrote:Chicory wrote:"We are on our way." Cal whispered, squeezing her hand twice. He looked into the cold wind, eyes watering, and tried to look for any signs of inhabitance.
jessica looked up at the stars, wanting to cry, she gave a laugh of relief as a boat ((the carpathia)) loaded them on and lead them to a comfy bench. "cal! we're saved!" she gasps, lying down on the bench.
Alright guys, notice red.
I'll be out of the country from the
27-3 and may not be able
to post.
Current role play wrote:"Everyone's legs are the same, but no
one has the same hands. Some make music, some fire weapons, but a
person's hands are the real outwards appearance of their soul."
Alright guys, notice red.
I'll be out of the country from the
27-3 and may not be able
to post.
Current role play wrote:"Everyone's legs are the same, but no
one has the same hands. Some make music, some fire weapons, but a
person's hands are the real outwards appearance of their soul."
Alright guys, notice red.
I'll be out of the country from the
27-3 and may not be able
to post.
Current role play wrote:"Everyone's legs are the same, but no
one has the same hands. Some make music, some fire weapons, but a
person's hands are the real outwards appearance of their soul."
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