CagedxXxInsidexXxMyself
As John walked, he heard the all to familiar voice in his head. There's someone following you. It was the one who was on the guitar earlier. John closed his eyes and intentionally took a wrong turn, away from the dorms. He wanted to be sure she was following him before he acted. Thank you for telling me. No problem. I'm on your side...just remember that John. He walked down a corridor. It was empty and the girl was still on his tail.
Now if you will look, Madalynn, my character,
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Madalynn, who had been staring at his shoes looked up his appearance, that would be her clothing if she wasn't magical. She didn't quite mind the look, for some odd reason she thought it looked cute on him, though her face remained blank. No, she didn't give him a look like he was trash, if anything a hint of understanding stained her brown eyes. Tilting her head she held she nodded. "Alright.." She said softly, in her mind she had already devised an escape plan if he decided to ask her about her power. She'd say look, point to somewhere random, and replicate him where she pointed and then run. But she didn't need to do that.
Maddy took his words as a dismissal but didn't, for the reason of being kind, leave. Instead she held her hand palm up and an animal cookie in the shape of a lion took place there, even though the bag was closed. Some might think she could summon things from different places, or such. The cookie was an actual cookie. She smiled a small smile and turned to walk off with her heels clicking behind her. Mad was feeling exceptionally good about herself now, no one asked here, no one asked her to show off or other things. And she did feel like being extra kind. The teenage want to be wanted strung in her mind.
From the way Mad had turned she saw a girl lean against the wall rather... hopelessly, really. Touching the girls shoulder just slight enough to be noticed, Mad looked curiously at the girl. "Are you alright?" Mad asked, her voice always just slightly above a whisper.
OCC| Can I just... assume John took the cookie? Because thats what I'm going to do.
Maddy took his words as a dismissal but didn't, for the reason of being kind, leave. Instead she held her hand palm up and an animal cookie in the shape of a lion took place there, even though the bag was closed. Some might think she could summon things from different places, or such. The cookie was an actual cookie. She smiled a small smile and turned to walk off with her heels clicking behind her. Mad was feeling exceptionally good about herself now, no one asked here, no one asked her to show off or other things. And she did feel like being extra kind. The teenage want to be wanted strung in her mind.
From the way Mad had turned she saw a girl lean against the wall rather... hopelessly, really. Touching the girls shoulder just slight enough to be noticed, Mad looked curiously at the girl. "Are you alright?" Mad asked, her voice always just slightly above a whisper.
OCC| Can I just... assume John took the cookie? Because thats what I'm going to do.
Noticed this girl before him, and she made contact with this girl, the girl replied and whilst I was off eating dinner she GOD MODDED HER AWAY!
I was like WTF!? DOESN'T THIS b***h KNOW HOW TO ******** ROLEPLAY?!
Apparently NOT. But no one says anything because she's the Play creator.
******** this, by page 11 everyone's got their lil couples and s**t and Madalynn is still alone, I'm dropping out of her unfair roleplay and ******** her because she can't ******** write nor roleplay correctly and has to MAKE characters come to her for attention when earlier in the play Madalynn also came in contact with him!
IN FACT, the contact with BOTH is in the post quoted from ME! She wanted her character to get attention but that is what you get for making a "bad a** loner" character. ******** YOU AND YOUR ROLEPLAY IF YOU'RE READING THIS.
I'm such a ******** better writer than you and you can't ******** grasp the concept of creativity, so ******** off, I don't need you, b***h a** whore.
******** HATE PEOPLE.
