#dpclayton

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I am off to a celebratory 'yay, my sister is another year older' family dinner. I will be gone for a couple of hours at the very least. I'll probably be back around 9-10EST.

Dimitri and March: I responded :D

Rapunzel: I posted the starter

Clayton: I will respond when I get back

If anyone responds to me I will find it upon my return. :)

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Trouble? Me? How'd you know? |Clayton & Kida|

This was ridiculous. Kida slammed her laptop shut and groaned. Women's rights were under attack....again. Birth control, abortion, the morning after pill. It never ended. She had an idea. One of her wonderful ideas. The warrior shining through. She didn't have to suffer in silence. She had to make the world know. Now was her chance. She dug through her closet. Excellent. Still here. The messenger bag was retrieved and packed to the brim. The cans rattled together as she ran to the side of the clinic building. The tree next to it gave her perfect cover. She quickly climbed into the branches and out on a limb. Retrieving a can of hot pink paint from her bag, she began to paint the female symbol. It stood out starkly against the dark bricks under it. Sitting back, she decided to add a bit of flair to it. Just to rub the message in. A pale blue can of paint was pulled from the bag, and a can of red. She drew the male symbol and the 'no' sign around it. The words "STOP TREATING US LIKE OBJECTS" were painted underneath it. The red can fell from her hand as she finished the final letter. "Fuck." She swore under her breath and began to climb down the tree. Her piece wasn't nearly finished yet.

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Ma'am and Sweetie || Gothel and Clayton

Trish sat on the roof of the learning building. She had found herself up there quite a few times since joining the ranks of Disney Prep. At first it was pure boredom, but now she felt at peace up there. It was freeing, far away from the cacophony of the school. A world of her own. She looked down at the blue cast encasing her wrist, now decorated thanks to a couple of students. There were flowers weaving up the sides, various geometric shapes and a drunk panda. There was only one signature gracing the plaster, but that was done before she allowed artistic flare nearby. She even added a little bit of her own design: vines snaking around the edges.

She wasn't sitting on the edge this time since she didn't have use of both arms to keep balance. Deciding instead to lean against the brick wall outside of the stairwell, facing the darkening sky. She pulled the bottle of painkillers from her purse, along with a small bottle of whiskey. She struggled to open the child proof cap for a couple of seconds before she made purchase. Trish popped her proper dosage into her mouth and brought the bottle to her lips when the roof door creaked open.

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ooc: gotta give the computer up. So I will continue paraing with Clayton, Snow, and whoever else wants tomorrow! love you guys!

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Let Tia feed ya, Clayton

Tia swung her feet as she sat up in the tree against the trunk, humming to herself as she followed the clouds across the sky with her eyes. She searched for shapes lazily, listening to the wind coming and going through the leaves, sighing contently until she heard the sound of footsteps. 

Turning and peering around the tree, she noticed a guy, a rather large guy, making his way across campus. 

'E 'as ta be a new teacha or sometin'. No one would be stupid enough ta break in in daylight.

Waiting until he got a little closer, she called out to him, "'Ey," dropping to the next branch, gripping it and then dropped to the ground in front of him. Standing straight, she grinned. "Are you de one of de new teachas?"

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Clayton!

ooc: get over here and para with Tia please. She is dying to talk to someone who knows what she's talking about. She'll make him food. Good food. 

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