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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 8:49 pm
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 Punkie had walked by this house a few times. It resided right in her city after all, how could she not? It was a nice building, obviously owned by a highblood with its size and placement in the city. As the orangeblood Juggalo walked by the usually festive building she thought she heard a cretin kind of music coming from within. Punkie had her red wagon filled with carved lanterns, punkin pies, and gardening supplies, all the necessities of life, with her. Carver clicked his claws to the beat of the music as the two neared the large house. When the lusus signaled Punkie to go and knock on the door the orangeblood felt hesitation. She was usually so outgoing, it struck her as strange that she would suddenly be nervous to approach a highblood residence. Punkie usually worked with lowbloods, helping them find food by the light of the Messiahs, or clothing or shelter. The Messiahs are very giving to trolls who let the Mirthful Spirit into themselves.
So there Punkie stood, Carver clacking his claws to the beat of that ******** melody, in front of some highblood's house, little red wagon in hand. "Here is hoping for some ******** merriment" the orangeblood whispers under he breath as she knocks on the door.
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