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Wanna rp?
Hey all, this place looks pretty dead but I'm gonna try anyway!
Long time Trigun fan, I am more into the manga side of the characters though. I am looking for an advanced/literate roleplayer to write a Trigun story with me, I write Wolfwood and Knives. I like writing Wolfwood best. I am looking for someone who writes Vash. I have story ideas, ( Read more... ) -
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[The tiny insurance agent appears to have fallen asleep on her typewriter at an outside table, possibly mid-typing. She has a stack of papers beside her. Her face appears to be a bit sunburnt.] -
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... What irony, that I would die and fall into a place not unlike the place I left behind.
How disappointing.
[ooc: Post-manga canon.] -
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[Milly runs into the dressing room, only to slow to a full stop, looking confused at the sudden scenery change.]
Eh? Am I still on Gunsmoke?
Oi, senpai!! Senpai, where are you?? -
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So... Turns out microwaves are still tricky. Oops.
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Like I don't have a zillion threads with her already
[Meryl's sipping scotch at the bar, wondering about work and just how long she's been a sloth about this place. She's feeling antsy with all the down time. She's not used to it at all.] -
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nyoo. -
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It's quiet...
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...Is there some kinda unwritten rule that says a dead guy can't stay dead?
Christ, at least tell me someone has cigarettes around here somewhere.
[ooc; K8 here, with postmanga!Wolfwood, with a hint of Poly past. idk. *flees*] -
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God almighty I'm hungry. I think the idiot ate the donuts again.
Next time, I'm buyin' and hidin'.