Jul 7, 2014
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Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.
bigkanimaoncampus
"Jackson. What the hell are you doing?"
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Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.
bigkanimaoncampus
"Jackson. What the hell are you doing?"
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send 'ஐ' for my muses reaction to yours shoving them
against the wall and sticking their hand down his/her pants
When Jackson shoves him against a wall, it raises his hackles. Or they would, if he had any, but it pisses him off. He didn’t do anything to provoke the other teen, and even though they aren’t exactly friends, this is ridiculous.When the other teen sticks his hand down Boyd’s trousers immediately after, he shoves the pale teen hard, away from him. He glowers at the other boy, shaking his head."One, don’t you ever touch me again. Two, don’t you ever touch me again.”It’s not as much that Jackson’s a dude, it’s more that shoving your hands down somebody’s trousers without their consent is never an acceptable thing. He smooths his shirt down, and then looks at the other teen again."Understood?"
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Isaac tweets about your character
When news of her death reached him, something inside him broke. A tether. Knowing she would be there when he came back was all that held him together. But without that, there was nothing to hold on to. He refused to believe it. But the harder he denied it, the harder it became to stay in control. Until he just gave in. Letting all that rage mask the pain. He fought anyone who came near him. Tearing into them. Until hunters brought him down. There was no saving a wolf gone mad with grief.
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
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{Lydia is me while reading this. If you want to RP let me know :) }
Lydia wasn't in the mood to be here. While she enjoyed her A average, the school was just a reminder of her lost best friend.
Allison had barely been gone two weeks. And it felt just like yesterday.
No matter how much she'd warned them to stay away, they'd shown up to save her. She should've tried harder.
But now they were all living with the guilt and pain of her passing. Which was how she found herself spacing out in front of her locker in the hallway.
Shaking her head to try and clear it, she pulled out the notebook she needed before shutting the metallic container.
That's when she saw him. Lydia looked up from her lock and managed to lock eyes with Jackson across the hall.
When had he returned? Or was this PTSD and she was hallucinating?
Holding her breath for a moment, she slowly released it. She couldn't just bolt.
Lydia had to speak to him. The strawberry blonde determinedly walked over to him.
Unfortunately the shaking of her hands revealed how nervous she was. "--You're back." Since when?
Lydia nervously licked her bottom lip. "I didn't...when did you get here?"
bigkanimaoncampus replied to your post “Pro: Well, he's obviously got at least SOME experience. Con: All that brooding just doesn't cut it.”
"Or I could go somewhere that I don't have to deal with that."
"You could, but you'd miss the shower I may invite you into later."
"I could kill you right now."
bigkanimaoncampus
"Join the very long line of people who’d like to do the same."