AphoticLight
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It is so early in the morning and I doubt ANYONE will respond- but yk, we gonna post mf starter anywayss// Coal sat crosslegged on top of the big house roof, a place she often climbed up on to watch the campers who bustled below. She had just finished a shift in the infirmary and was just looking for something to do or someone to annoy. She stretched slightly, waiting for someone to pay mind to her and her placement.
-darkhxmor
@flxwrchild Coal waves back making her almost fall down- she was excited that someone had finally noticed her.
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conniefisherr
@AphoticLight Tessa was walking by, eating a pixie stick. She saw Coal and waved
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AphoticLight
It is so early in the morning and I doubt ANYONE will respond- but yk, we gonna post mf starter anywayss// Coal sat crosslegged on top of the big house roof, a place she often climbed up on to watch the campers who bustled below. She had just finished a shift in the infirmary and was just looking for something to do or someone to annoy. She stretched slightly, waiting for someone to pay mind to her and her placement.
-darkhxmor
@flxwrchild Coal waves back making her almost fall down- she was excited that someone had finally noticed her.
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conniefisherr
@AphoticLight Tessa was walking by, eating a pixie stick. She saw Coal and waved
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AphoticLight
@graceful-roleplays. She started to read it, do a special voice for each character.
AphoticLight
@graceful-roleplays They carefully take the book opening it up from the first page "Ooo.. Good book. I've read this before" She giggles
AphoticLight
@graceful-roleplays "Of course, bud" She skips over, sitting at the foot of his bed.
AphoticLight
@graceful-roleplays Coal swings in cheerfully hearing her name "Yes, Michael?"
koisune
hey hi! thanks for the follow :) . hope you're doing well! . remember to rest, eat, and hydrate!
Titanic-Heart
Axel was walking by in his Riordan Academy uniform. He accidentally bumped into Coal.
Titanic-Heart
@AphoticLight "My best was just fine How I tried, how I tried to be great for you I'm flawed by design and you love to remind me No matter what I do"
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AphoticLight
@Titanic-Heart She listned quietly. Loving the way it aounded so far depite the sad meaning behind the lyrics. She knew this song would most likely get stuck in her mind for the next few days.
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Titanic-Heart
@AphoticLight "I'm the first to say that I'm not perfect And you're the first to say you want the best thing But now I know a perfect way to let you go Give my last hello, hope it's worth it Here's your perfect"
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AphoticLight
Coal shifted light carefully with her hands, making it shine in different directions, occasionally succeeding in making a shape with it.
AphoticLight
Coal was very easy to follow considering the amount if stomps and angry huffing she was making.
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AphoticLight
@graceful-roleplays //If i disappear it's because I am very tired right now// Coal makes a scene of walking in. Her steps seemed a lot more like stomps.
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AphoticLight
@graceful-roleplays She shrugged slightly. "Sure thing, " She says, sounding mischievous.
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adropofhumanity
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