Dec 16, 2019
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Yeah so it's been a hot minute since I last posted Camus. Have two nice pictures and one where I look like the drunk aunt at the holidays party (it's black tea, I promise)
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Peasant.
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Yeah so it's been a hot minute since I last posted Camus. Have two nice pictures and one where I look like the drunk aunt at the holidays party (it's black tea, I promise)
"Oh. Uh. Hi. My name is Andrew. Kinda hard to vote for anyone, so I just won't."
“Well, I guess everything’s already underway, huh? I’m kinda new here, soo yeah. Nice to meet you guys I guess.”
Sion v Nezumi
Sion was late. Sort of in a way. He had a crumpled sheet of paper in his hand with a time and date, it was from Nezumi. He was told to meet him here. Sion had spent one of his rare nights at his own dorm, more of an accident more than anything, so now he was booking it towards their meeting place.
Oh hopefully he wasn't going to get scolded.
The albino stopped his quick pace and drew in deep breaths. He glanced around the small walkway. It was deserted, as it usually had been. Sion's fingers unfolded the note once again, Nezumi had also left him a small warning to be careful. Sion smiled, he understood of course. Recently there had been alot of fights breaking out. Some mafia business in the school. Sion was a part of it...Sort of...Not really.
Sion drew in a quick breath.
He was almost there.
Izaya V. Gareki
Izaya looped through the trees of the nearby forest. he paused behind one grand oak tree and peeked around the corner, smiling when he saw his opponent. He hadn't expected to fight on the very first day of these...mafia games, but Izaya is an opportunist and doesn't turn down a challenge.
Fingering his endless supply of knives in his coat pocket, Izaya slowly left the shadows of the trees and came into the clearing that Gareki was in. He shot the teen an unnerving smile, placing his hand on his hip. "Well well, look like we get to play!" Izaya closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "To tell the truth I don't really want to fight, but..." He snapped open his auburn eyes, giving Gareki a stern glare. "I don't like to lose so I'll have to be serious."
With that he pulled his hand from his pocket, each space between his fingers filled with small knives. "Let us begin."