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Daemon · 06-14-2015, 05:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Talikins

Her rap-inspiration box was empty and well when you needed a refill of such, then an adventure was never a bad idea. It was for that exact reason that the sixth year wandered randomly about the ancient castle. She'd been expressing herself a lot through her raps lately; perhaps she'd never become a full on rapper but you know expression was a wonderful thing in Abbi's eyes-especially if it meant SASS and ATTITUDE. Ahem. Not that she was rude or anything, nooope not at all. Ahem. Ahem.

AH. YASS KNIGHTS.

She rushed towards them as if about to pounce on them in a battle. Now what stories could they tell? Or-wait. They weren't the talkable-type as the portraits were...uh...ANYTHING THEN? Please like she needed SOME sort of inspiration.

HELLO?

Abbi casually began waving her hand in front of one of them, as if it would make any difference to her inspiration blockage.

Benzi was lost.

Not physically lost. He'd wondered around this castle enough over the past however long they'd been here to know how to sleepwalk his way from the dungeons to the library, return a book then climb to the astronomy tower for a spot of star gazing, all without opening his eyes. Navigation wasn't his problem.

At the moment, he just felt lost. He'd been back at school no more than a few days now and everything felt... weird. Not having come back with everyone felt weird. Not having regular band meetings felt weird. And seeking comfort in a bunch of stationary armours definitely felt weird. He was losing it.

Er. Actually this girl was probably losing it more than him. She kind of looked familiar.. "You know, no matter how hard you wave I promise you they won't start talking," he said to the girl he could just about make out from where he was leaning against the wall, behind many armours and in the shadows.

06-14-2015, 05:33 PM	#9 (permalink)
Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,752 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aria Wallace Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eleanor von Brandt Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Declan Pascal Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brayla Stemp Gryffindor Seventh Year x4 x2	PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Quote: Originally Posted by Talikins Her rap-inspiration box was empty and well when you needed a refill of such, then an adventure was never a bad idea. It was for that exact reason that the sixth year wandered randomly about the ancient castle. She'd been expressing herself a lot through her raps lately; perhaps she'd never become a full on rapper but you know expression was a wonderful thing in Abbi's eyes-especially if it meant SASS and ATTITUDE. Ahem. Not that she was rude or anything, nooope not at all. Ahem. Ahem. AH. YASS KNIGHTS. She rushed towards them as if about to pounce on them in a battle. Now what stories could they tell? Or-wait. They weren't the talkable-type as the portraits were...uh...ANYTHING THEN? Please like she needed SOME sort of inspiration. HELLO? Abbi casually began waving her hand in front of one of them, as if it would make any difference to her inspiration blockage. Benzi was lost. Not physically lost. He'd wondered around this castle enough over the past however long they'd been here to know how to sleepwalk his way from the dungeons to the library, return a book then climb to the astronomy tower for a spot of star gazing, all without opening his eyes. Navigation wasn't his problem. At the moment, he just felt lost. He'd been back at school no more than a few days now and everything felt... weird. Not having come back with everyone felt weird. Not having regular band meetings felt weird. And seeking comfort in a bunch of stationary armours definitely felt weird. He was losing it. Er. Actually this girl was probably losing it more than him. She kind of looked familiar.. "You know, no matter how hard you wave I promise you they won't start talking," he said to the girl he could just about make out from where he was leaning against the wall, behind many armours and in the shadows. __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end