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Okay, character sheet is done. You can do yours and we can start |
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Do they already know each other or are we starting from scratch? |
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they shall have met before and barly kow each other |
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Okay. You want to start or should i? |
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Oh wow, great start XD. Maybe let's try something more like this - Martin walked into the first day of school, glancing. Everything looked pretty normal... he would change that quickly. He sauntered over to his locker and put some stuff inside, his face lighting up when he saw the girl from before. What was her name? He would remember soon. Martin shut the locker and walked up. "Hullo, how you doin?" he asked, grinning |
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"Hey, Martin just talking to my uncle because one of his mares just had a colt." Matilda responded |
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Oh yes, her name was Matilda. How he remembered, Martin had no idea... but still. He shifted the backpack around in his muscular shoulders, tipping his head as the girl spoke. "Ah, lucky him. What breed?" Martin drawled, though interest poked into his tone. His southern accent was strong, and that paired with his crazy looks, longer than normal hair, and bright clothing? Made him look... interesting. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
