Soapy soap.
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Thread Topic: Soapy soap.
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Do you want to change anything about the plot?
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Not really~
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Ok.
That's fine, I'll bump this tomorrow. -
I have a while.
Maybe an hour.
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Oh ok then .3. So Characters~
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Name: Sara Evans
Age: 17
Looks: 5'4, pale, grey eyes, straight long blonde hair with a pink streak, (that she dyed without her parents consent) (like Avril Lavigne's old hair), pale skin, wants to get stud earrings but parents, light freckles on top of her cheeks.
Personality: Often sarcastic, but can be sweet and nice when she's around different people, depends who it is. -
Give me a moment~
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Ok.
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Name~Landon Tate
Age~18
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Personality~Carefree, Often Rude, Can Be Abusive, Caring
Background~Ran away from his home when he was 16. Has been drinking since he was only fourteen. Has a fear of small spaces and mice. -
The link still doesn't work. Want me to start?
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Yes, please .3. -
(Hm pretty. Ok.)
"Sara! It's your turn to do the dishes!" her father yelled from the kitchen downstairs. She groaned and rolled her eyes, closing her Latin textbook. "I'm doing homework!" she replied, which was only partially true. She'd been staring at her textbook for the past hour, trying to understand the mix of foreign words. She sighed and pushed it off the bed as she got up, heading towards her closet. -
Landon tapped his foot as he waited for someone the answer the door to the old wooden house before him. Finally, after a minute or two, Mrs.Monstraw answered the door. "Oh. Hello, Landon. Do you need a place to stay for the night, darling?" Her gray hair went down past her shoulders and her blue eyes shone with joy. Mrs.Monstraw always loved when he visited her. "Yeah, that would be nice." She nodded and opened the door wider, allowing him inside. Landon kissed the old woman's cheek and smiled. "You like me to make dinner for you, Mrs?" He hated being polite around people, but it was the only way he could get a place to stay for the night. "I'm actually making salad already. You just sit down, darling." Smirking to himself, he sat down on the pure white couch in the living room.
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She shoved hangers upon hangers of clothes aside, looking for something less conservative that she could wear for the night. She settled for slightly ripped black jean short and a dark grey tank top with the scarification design she always wanted on her arm. "Hm...risque.." she muttered, rolling her eyes. Her parents, being strict Mormons, looked down upon showing your shoulders, cleavage, or any skin above the knees.
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*shorts
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