#dplock

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I made a sculpture of my dick for you. Hope I pass art.

Funny. I thought it'd be bigger.

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NO. I',M SHOCK

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TRISHY. IM HAVING A PRATY ON THE 2ND AND GUES WHAT. YOU'RE INVITED. YOU BETTER NOT CRAHS HE PARNTY

Are you drunk?

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YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT. I SKETCHED A PICTURE OF STNK MY PENIS. WAHT TO SEE IT?

No.

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Fix You || Lock && Mel

Mel agreed with Barrel go out for a late night coffee. He said he was going to pick her up around night time. She waited. And she waited. She even finished 5 levels of angry birds with three stars. Mel was starting to get nervous. She had a funny feeling in her stomach. She played with Raphael. Even him could sense that something was off. Mel looked at the clock in her desk. A hour and half had gone by and no sign of Barrel. He's fine she reassured herself. He's probably with his friends. Mel said to herself. Saying it made her feel better and to not start thinking about crazy stuff. Or panicking here he could be right now. She tapped her foot impatiently. And glanced back at the clock. Only a minute since she checked it before. She looked around her empty room, searching for something to keep her busy. She looked at the pile of clothes and shrugged. Maybe I could fold them. She moved to the pile and started folding the clothes until, she picked Barrel's jacket up. He let her have at Si and Am's party and Mel forgot she had that. Mel held the jacket close to her, it still smelled like him. He heart started beating fast. She couldn't take it.

She grabbed the keys of her van, her phone and her jacket and left the room. She needed to know where he was. It was killing her his absence. It wasn't like he was the most punctual guy in the world but... this was too much. Did he forgot about her. She shook her head a pushed that thought away. She ran through the halls filled with people chatting. Mel smiled at some familiar faces and kept walking. She saw a familiar hair on the corner of her eye, she turned her head to see who it was and realized it was Lock. Maybe he knew where Barrel was. She walked over him and tapped him on the shoulder gently. " Sorry. I just ... Have you seen Barrel ?" she asked trying not too sound too worried. But she was, she was frightened inside like one of her worst nightmares just came true.

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Lock and Dixie || Boredom can kill

 Dixie sighed as she stared at the black screen on her cellphone. All day she had laid in her room, not doing anything productive. The day seemed to go by so slowly and she was beginning to hate sitting in her room. Being alone all day was staring to get to her, she had to talk to someone, she needed the human contact. The blonde fixed the buttons of her jacket, if she was going to be alone she might as well do it while getting some exercise and a walk around campus would be the perfect thing to do. biting her lip she forced herself up and out of her room making sure she closed the door on the way out.  

 Wrapping her arms around herself she pulled her jacket closer to her feeling the warmth as the October air bite at her arms. She walked with her usual confident stride that made her look even more wonderful. Losing herself completely she dazed off into another world. Looking around the she marveled at the trees and the splattered color of red and orange leaves that added to the wonder of fall. A smile made its way to her face as she remembered exactly why she loved this time of year with Halloween coming up and winter shortly after. Dixie would never have stopped walking if it wasn't for the fact that she ran face first into a tree. The shock washed out of her and she looked around to see what had happened. There she saw Lock. She walked up to him with a smile. "Hello, Lock." She said shyly. 

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Discovery of Destruction || Closed

Trish made her way to her classroom; she cancelled her classes on Monday and Tuesday because there was a fairly large project due. One that she required the use of non-art supplies for, so no student needed access to it anyway. She decided to take a small break herself, remaining around campus and still working – just not in her classroom. Though she did love the room. It was spacious and bright, various scenes painted by her hung on the walls, and student art graced some of the counters. She nodded in greeting to several students as she walked to her creative home at DP. A few ideas had cropped up in her mind and she was desperately seeking some time to paint.

Upon reaching the hallway where her classroom resided she could already tell something was off – the door that she had locked was slightly open. Not enough to draw focus; just enough that it didn’t click completely back into place. She noticed because she had an eye for detail and always double checked the lock. A feeling entered the pit of her stomach, not dread – something else. Something more sinister. Her students knew that if they needed something, she was more than happy to let them in. This was different. She pulled the door open and her eyes couldn’t choose where to focus first. Paint was smeared across the tables, floor and walls. Some work stations had been completely tipped over. Her own desk was marked with more than one color and looked a little burnt.

The room was a complete mess. There were torn papers and scattered supplies everywhere. Art projects crashed to the floor. She felt the feeling in the pit of her stomach bubble to the surface –rage boiling in her veins. Hers was a calm anger, the angrier she got the calmer she seemed – only in her eyes could you see the intensity. Her classroom. Her things. Her eyes raked around the room and she noticed that the paint on the walls wasn’t just on the walls. It was across her works of art. Her memories. Slashes of red marring her creations – ruining them completely. She would find whoever was behind this. She would hunt them down. Nobody spurned Trish Gothel and got away unscathed. She would find them. And she would destroy them.