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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 8:21 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 8:40 pm
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Quinn Tran
════════════❁═════❁═════❁═════❁═════❁════════════ Quinn was walking around the store with her mom and her three younger sisters. They were buying some groceries to refill the fridge back home. Her younger sisters, the twins, Amy and May, were running around, chasing each other. Meanwhile, Quinn was on her smartphone, scrolling through her Twitter page as her other sister, Wendy, looked over her shoulder. After she was finished browsing through her Twitter, she lifted her eyes and pushed her glasses up. She slipped her phone back into her back pocket of her jeans and glanced over at her mom, who was browsing a large variety of meat. "I'm going to go get some chips," She declared to her sister before stalking off in the direction of the junk food aisle. Quinn walked up and down the aisle, searching the endless shelves of chips and junk food for something she could buy.
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God of Cataclysm Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 5:38 pm
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God of Cataclysm Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:23 pm
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God of Cataclysm Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 2:14 pm
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God of Cataclysm Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:39 pm
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God of Cataclysm Vice Captain
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Goddess of Disaster Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 8:22 pm
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K u r o 雪 Y u k i ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ Kuro went to several different aisles to buy the necessities she needed. She threw an abundant amount of ramen cups into the cart, as well as bread, various fruits, and water bottles. That was how she basically survived the past few months she has been living in the city with her meager minimum-wage income, with lots and lots of ramen cups. It was no big deal to her; back when she was traveling around Japan and living in the small village with the old elf, all she ate of rice and whatever else they had to accompany the dish. It didn't matter to her what she ate, as long as she’s keeping herself full and healthy. Her usual smile plastered on her face, she went around the supermarket, collecting these necessities and placing them into her cart. After she was finished, she headed to the registers and randomly picked one with the shortest line. On her way there, she saw the girl with the glasses she was talking to earlier leave the store with her family. She smiled wearily to herself. She wished she had sisters or others to be around all the time. She wished she had a real family. Banishing these negative thoughts from her mind, Kuro went ahead and bought all the groceries, paying for them with her money. After she was finished doing all of this, she exited the store with four bags of groceries in her arms. Kuro then made her way back to her dorm to put these groceries away. ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ Eye Color: Black // Weapon: None // Status: Fine
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:37 pm
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God of Cataclysm Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 11:42 am
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ROSCOE JAEGARAfter wondering around the city for a couple of minutes before finally deciding to ask a stranger directions, Roscoe eventually ended up at the supermarket. The really, really large supermarket. In all honesty, he has never been shopping before. Well, once, but it was with his mother and she knew where all the aisles and products were held at. Roscoe, on the other hand, did not. And now he is standing there, at the entrance, looking all kinds of confused as he looked left and right. He stared at the other people that entered the store, noticing that they all rolled around some metal cart thing that had their stuff inside. So Roscoe did the same. He took one of those rolling metal cart things and then set off into the depths of the supermarket. He walked, peering into each aisle, hoping to find the aisle he needed; which was food (Human and cat). He was so busy looking at each aisle that he didn't recognize that his metal cart thing had bumped into someone else's. He averted his attention to the person he did and saw that it was a boy, probably around his age, with white hair. "O-Oh! Sorry about that," He apologized with a sheepish smile as he retreated a couple of steps. Weapon: None • Mood: Content • Song: N/A
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:16 pm
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