10-22-2014, 07:24 AM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,950
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Brooks Robertser
Gryffindor Fourth Year |  Ern's Walmart Greeter
Ha. ....... ha ha. Hah. Ha.
Coul was always late.
Slipping into the conference room, the boy looked around, keeping at the back of the pack. He didn't get it. Was anyone else here in his proper department? Or were they all where they were supposed to be? Couldn't he just.... go downstairs...... where all the food was being served or whatever..... and learn whatever he needed to and be done? Did he actually have to talk to people? To be around them? Oh, the horror.
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Wait.
Was he supposed to feed all of these people? The realization struck him harder than a brick wall .......Welp. He dug around his jacket pockets, locating the protein bar he always kept on hand, and..... discreetly tossed it on the table.
Good enough.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________
_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
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