#movingonwards

[Damn, it's been a while. Um. Hey. So idk if anyone remembers me at all but I was thinking about this blog recently and I really owe an apology to everyone I was roleplaying with. I kind of just dropped everything and disappeared with hardly a word, and it was a real jerk move on my part. So here's some real honesty from me: I guess with some personal stuff, I kind of just lost Jean's voice and my motivation to rp along with it. (I recently found it again, with some experimentation) I'm fairly sure that most, if not all of my threads, ended on my note and if you would still be interested in continuing any of our old threads(or if i owe you a starter/we were plotting), just message it and I will see to it that I get a reply back to you! Sorry again-- I am a frustrating human being but I'd really like to make it up to you guys haha :')]

"Hello, I'm Christa Renz pleased to meet you all! I know some of you, but not all- so please do keep consideration that I may not recognize you. But I do hope we can be friends."

These are the people that have wonderful characters and are just great people overall. *Note* Just because you are on here, doesn’t mean you are senpai. I have no senpais at this moment. If that happens. I’ll be sure to bold the name.

The screams of a soldier behind him resounds in the distance, and his head jerks to look, eyes wide. “Dammit,” he exclaims, before re-focusing his attention on the sight of the supply headquarters rapidly approaching and releasing his gear’s hooks. Jean lets out a yell, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he nears headquarters. He turns his head as he reaches a window, feeling the glass nick his flesh as he crashes through. What he doesn’t expect, however, is the sensation of falling further through the air, form plunging into gravel and tumbling several feet before everything goes black.

"I just thought… You were cute"