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-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --
TT: Hey.
TT: We need to talk.
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Completely and Utterly Dead, I Tell You. (( @thesocialcrusader))
The heat wave was really getting to everyone. But with no air conditioner in her and her sister's dorm, they dragged themselves outside. The younger Pyrope strayed from the elder, catching up with some friends. Though she didn't approve of Serkets, they were alright people, she guessed. A golden sun lay nestled in a cushion of fluffy clouds, like a yolk in between two eggs. The perfect shade of blue blanketed the sky in its energizing color, only a faint image of the moon could be seen. Though, Latula hadn't realized the day's beauty. She was too focused on how much she was sweating in the last ten minutes. She finally collapsed on the grass, her aquamarine eyes lost at sea in the ocean of a sky. She was still plenty bored, though. She had texted a couple of her friends, not getting an immediate response. She frowned a bit and called Kankri. A few rings, she heard a jumble at the phone, him rushing to pick it up. " Hey Kankz, it's Tula"
Latula: Reclaim your title of 'Her Radliness' ======> (@thespookythingaboutpenisouija)
The Pyrope sat on the side of the idolized, infamous statue of a creepy pirate for a kid's playground like Adventure Landing or some shit. Speaking of shit, bird poop was slathered on it like icing on a birthday cake. You could only really see his face and the tips of his shoes.
She, was waiting for a certain coolkid , hoping he didn't chicken out of the bet both of them made. She brought an old-fashioned retro boombox, her skateboard, her 3DS (if he wouldn't show) and her rad shades she had just finished placing on the pale bridge of her useless nose.
Latula had worn a BMO shirt, mint green with a cutesy robot on it. And black fingerless gloves, matching with her obsidian nail polish. Red jeans tied off the look, along with black sneakers.
Here comes the rad, all wedded hella (@eatmytrident)
Braids floated in the water, bobbing up to the surface. Her friend, Meenah, wading in the water as the fearful girl stood over the deep end of the pool. "H-hey" why don't we go to the other end, y'know...it'd be tots ironic." She said shakily. Latula had never swam before, she liked being able to skim the bottom with her feet, she liked being able to not worry about drowning. She did own a swimsuit, it was a scarlet bikini, tied around her neck, neck, back, and both her hips. Her glasses were removed, her freckles and turquoise eyes unshielded.
The late night covered the sky, the school asleep and the stars blanketed the sky. Latula was locked out of her dwelling, yet again, and she had to resort to the glorified handy-dandy ladder she used to get in and out of her dorm when unable to the regular way. Thank god the windows open, I mean seriously.
Crickets screech mercilessly throughout the night, awaiting the sun's glow in a few hours. She was out doing important things. Not really. She propprd up her ladder onto the side of the building, climbing up to, what she thought, was her dorm window, sadly it was a dorm shared by Porrim and Aranea. Little did she know, popping their window open would be a mistake.
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Nepeta sighed and continued messing with her eraser, flipping and turning it in her hand. Bouncing it off her desk a few times and… Whelp, there it went. “Can you hand me my eraser?” She whispered to the girl next to her.
Latula: Help out a fellow classmate with pure hella (@balefulpolyglot)
Her cherry boots tapped the floor, making quite the ruckus. The rad girl herself, Latula Pyrope was barging down the dorm hall, trying to escape the many teachers probably hunting her down. She had almost reached her destination, the dwelling of her fashionable friend, Porrim.
She had taken off her glasses, in the logic of it being more convenient for whatever the hell she was planning for her to try on. It was probably an elegant dress, knowing her.
"Yo! Po-mary!" She called as her fist struck the door a few times.
dynamicDissident [DD] has began pestering balefulPolyglot [BP]
DD: 444444yyyy
DD: wh4tz up po-m4ry!!!?
DD: howz 1t h4ng1n?!!!
