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//mwahaha! You are the eighth person to witness my plan to post a starter on every single persons mb!!//
          
          Future-ish rp || “seven hours, forty two minutes, thirty—thirty one, thirty two seconds…”  Athena said blankly staring at the Poseidon cabin ceiling, her face drained of any sign of emotion. The door was open but in her mind—she was a prisoner of loneliness. There was no door, no freedom. 
          
          Just pain.
          
          //there’s a reason they call me the monarch of angst—T-T nobody actually calls me that, but I like to pretend they do! Also, sorry for the sad starter. Reply if you’d like.//

Lizzie was dressed in a baggy hoodie, her hands in her pockets.  The only reason she was out and about was because she ran out of ice cream.  Opening the door from Tyche’s Cabin, she started walking, more like stumbling to the dining pavilion.
          
          

This is really dead… Anyone want to roleplay?

Lizzie was laying around in Tyche’s Cabin, a half-can of ice cream in hand with some littering the floor.  She hadn’t been outside in days, and was currently watching the notebook.

|| Lizzie’s most likely going to be sad for some time.  Her old boyfriend won’t be coming back, so Grazzie is officially over.
          
          Lizzie was sitting by the docks, a dagger in hand.  Her feet were in the water, as tears streamed down her eyes.  She wiped at them furiously, but they kept coming back.

Lizzie was in the training arena, her hair tied up in a high ponytail.  With her dagger in hand, she sliced at the dummy.

Lizzie was sitting on the porch of Tyche’s Cabin, shuffling at a deck of cards, she recently bought.  She never liked her mother, but the powers she loved.

|| PAST RP ! 
          
          willow was sitting in the hades cabin, not having come out in days. the girl was upset about something, and didn't want to deal with the outside world.

Lizzie was in the forest, a bow and arrow in hand.  She was decent, but wanted to get better.  There were already painted targets on the trees from last time, and with her newly sharpened arrows, she fired at the targets.
          

Lizzie was sitting by the docks, admiring the ocean view.  She tossed rubble nearby, all the while, bored out of her mind.