Skellington. wrote:Cry, don't cry! ;n;
MARY YOU FEMALE DOG HOW DARE YOU.
GARRY SHOULD HAVE GONE WITH IB YOU ARE NOT WORTHY TO BE HER SISTER.
YOU ARE A PAINTING. A PAINTING. YOU STOLE IB'S ROSE KNOWING GARRY WOULD GIVE YOU HIS.
HOW DARE YOU. NFDSKJGHKSDHGJKDSHFGKFSHDGFDJSK
ALL MY FEELS.
//caps rant end

I wrote:Nicole allowed herself to be pulled along, yet again. Her forehead creased, and she was a bit worried, but then again, the head counselor was a teenager, just like them. "Okay." she said, trotting faster. "where are we going to have this 'secret fire'?" Her fingers sketched quotation marks when she said "secret fire".
The person my character is interacting with wrote:"beach" he said with a smile






Silverspirit wrote:Some RP I'm in:I wrote:Nicole allowed herself to be pulled along, yet again. Her forehead creased, and she was a bit worried, but then again, the head counselor was a teenager, just like them. "Okay." she said, trotting faster. "where are we going to have this 'secret fire'?" Her fingers sketched quotation marks when she said "secret fire".The person my character is interacting with wrote:"beach" he said with a smile
A one liner.
A one liner with no punctuation.
Lady of the Rings wrote:Ellethwen nodded and tapped her horse with her heels, his golden coat shining in the sun as they sped up. "I'll just leave a message for Mother." she called to the Hobbits, galloping now on Andur towards the castle again. She dismounted quickly at the gate and ran back to her room, gathering a few possessions including a change of clothes, a headpiece, and her knife. She slung her bow over her back and tucked her armor into a traveling bag just in case. Standing up again, she scribbled a hasty note on the stone next to her bed with the tip of her knife and ran back outside. She remounted Andur and trotted back to the Hobbits, now ready to travel.
person I'm RPing with wrote:Pippin and Marry knew they where welcome in Rohan and that Farmar usually kept some clothes for them their. Because they loved visiting him and Eowyn.

Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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