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ｆｉｇｈｔｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｆｌｙｉｎｇ; ｏｎｌｙ ｉ'ｍ ｃｒｙｉｎｇ． ｃａｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｍｅ ｆｉｎｄ ｍｅ？ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｉ ｆｉｎｄ ｙｏｕ？ ．．． ｄａｄｄｙ; ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ．．． Indie Demigod OC. Read all pages before RPing please; thank you. Tracked tag: fisttempered DISCLAIMER: ALL ICONS ARE MINE. DO NOT STEAL.

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I can't reply. So; click on the icon below to the account that's letting me reply.

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These entertainers crackers are good... Anyway! Onto replies here; and don't forget I'm also on Laurent!

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Please follow my new blog? I'll keep Charissa up as well. But Laurent needs love.

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Liked replies that I owe. My other demigod muse that has been bugging me for a year came back. So I'm making him. I'll post the link when he's done... He's such a pain... Keepin' him locked away for a year was not a good idea.

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A quizzical tilt of the head, and the young woman clasped her hands together in front of herself as she studied the other. “Hmm— What am I to be watching?" For a moment she looked in the same direction as the young woman, then she looked at her shoulder, the one that was bumped.

"I don’t quite understand, child."

"Are you gettin' snarky with me, pig!?" She always insulted women she found prettier than her. Which was pretty much any other female. She always held such a bad idea of herself. "Watch where you're goin', pig! And I'm sixteen, I'm not a child!"

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      Unlike other children his ‘age’ Iris had no problem when it came to pronouncing names. Once something was spoken, it was immediately registered into his data base and there to stay. “Thank you!" Of course, he remembered his manners. “Yep! Iris is Iris. Charissa is Charissa." He pointed back and forth in his way of an introduction. 

"Good job, Iris! You're such a cutie." She giggled. "You're welcome; dear!" Ruffling his pink hair lightly; she grinned. "How old are you?" Just so she wouldn't curse in front of him. How sweet was Iris; so young and cute?

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    Well, that sounded like it would damage her more, for the wounds on the inner flesh of her cheeks and throat could be still open. Nonetheless, she just smiled and nodded.

          Thanks! I'll try it.

"Hope it helps, dearie. My mom does it all the time to me. She's a bitch; but she cares." How callous.

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I think I might abscond to another muse that's been bugging me for a year now. I have so many old muses I never actually made...

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Lookin' fer a fight?

A girl was being scolded by her mother. None too quietly. Something about beating up another group of men or something. Flippantly; she told her mother to leave her alone. Pulling on a hoodie and covering her head; she placed headphones in her ears before turning on her iPod. Bumping into someone; she glared.

"Watch it." Her glaring was more a self defense mechanism; a wall.

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Lookin' fer a fight?

A girl was being scolded by her mother. None too quietly. Something about beating up another group of men or something. Flippantly; she told her mother to leave her alone. Pulling on a hoodie and covering her head; she placed headphones in her ears before turning on her iPod. Bumping into someone; she glared.

"Watch it." Her glaring was more a self defense mechanism; a wall.

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I follow 52 blogs but only have 32 followers. Haha. I find this funny. Wellnotreally.

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mom: why are you laughing alone in your room

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"I shall; cow!"

"DID YOU JUST CALL A YOUNG WOMAN SUCH AS MYSELF A COW!?"

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REBLOG if you're thankful you discovered the Role-play side of Tumblr.

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fist—tempered has found you

"Hm?" The girl blinked, “Hello, can I help you?"

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"I wanna know where I am. Must've wandered Athens too much and got lost."

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      And watch closely he did. His eyes never left those deft fingers as they worked their way through the laces, tying them almost effortlessly. He felt something click and immediately nodded. “Iris remembers now." Giving a pause, he suddenly felt conflicted. Usually it was easy to identify people and their respective gender’s but he was having a hard time, usually he would just call someone ma’am or mister, but he honestly didn’t know what to girl his new acquaintance. “What’s your name?"

"Charissa. Charissa Manella." She had half a mind to tell him her gender; but didn't. She tied his other shoe for him; before helping the android up. "All tied. Now; isn't that better? It's probably better than trippin'. I'm assumin' yer name is Iris?" Had to be; the pinket kept calling himself that.

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    She shook her head, writting on her notebook and the showing it to the other.

                     I'm not sick. It's just my throat... It kinda itches, ya know.

"I see! Well; try gargling salt water? Then use some throat spray. Works for me." Then again; demigods rarely got sick. She just thought she had a high immune system.