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Posted: Thu, 05/09/2024 00:51 (2 Months ago)
Eve was silently watching the more experienced fighters converse. She was in too deep, and she knew it. A mafia executive. On her first mission. Frick. Oh, and there’s four of them. And they probably all have combat powers. Honestly, she thought her ability was unique. And, well, it was, but it was probably as useless as it was unique.


Her partner had some sort of barrier power, which would definitely help. But wouldn’t it mean she was trapped too? Was Lydia trapped with them or were they trapped with Lydia?


Backup. They needed backup. In a desperate attempt to call for help, she texted silently to all the ESA members she knew—encrypted, of course—with a location pin. Not that it would do much for them right now.


Right— the four mafia members. They wouldn’t go down without a fight, obviously. Could she slit their throats? Would that reveal her hand too fast? If she stepped through Jing Yu’s barrier, would they assume it was his magic or hers? Finally, she decided what to do. Eve disappeared into the wall behind her.


The thing about becoming phasing was, if you materialized inside of a wall solid, you would shoot outward; there would be simply no space in the atomic structure of the solid—you would have to be dispelled. That’s how physics worked. Probably. So, using this to her advantage, Eve popped out of the ground in front of the new trio, honestly waiting to be attacked.


“Pleased to meet you three, I’m Evangeline. You might be?”

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Posted: Tue, 27/08/2024 01:15 (2 Months ago)
"Hi, miss...Luck. I'm assuming. I do love your stunning hair, but it appears you're on the wrong side of the conflict unfortuneately." Eve stated with an apologetic smile. Where was this persona coming from? She was never usually snarky or... whatever this could be called. And frankly, she wasn't sure if she had anything to back of her arrogant talk. Of course, she had read all the files, and obviously knew about Ledya and her powers, but an enemy underestimating you is the greatest gift they give you. On the unfortuneate side, her pathetic power protected her from most physical attacks; Ledya's specialty appeared to be the opposite. So, as quick as she could, she pulled her gun and shot Lady Luck in the leg. Or, at least she hoped what was her leg. Was this an illusion? Oh god, what if the mind trick was the doubt creeping through her mind, oh god-

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Posted: Sat, 24/08/2024 00:26 (2 Months ago)
Evie ran up to the commotion, out of breath. Her strange eyes glinted as her wavy, peach-colored hair bounced freely on her back. Although her power was technically Phaze, her murky gray eyes were an oddity that bewitched most who looked at them. The cloudy color reflected her mind— a remnant of what might have once been crystal blue.

She knew she would probably be the last one on the scene, since she didn’t have her own transportation. Her driving knowledge, just like the rest of her memory, was probably locked somewhere inside her, in the unexplored corners of her mind. Unfortunately, she hadn’t yet committed the time to retake driver’s ed.

Evangeline finally arrived at the chaos, seeing battles and medics all in a craze around her. She knew she was going to have to fight, but wasn’t prepared to slit an actual human’s throat for the first time since training. But instead of the panic she was expecting, a calm washed over her, a performer moving through a well-practiced dance. Her hands slid into her the lavender pockets of her baggy hoodie, fingers lacing around the poison-laced butterfly knife and the gun. As her body became translucent and she slid through a lamp post, Evie took a deep breath and scanned the scene. Most people were engaged in battle already, but it didn't take long to see an odd figure slinking away from the scene. She flowed through panicked bodies in the crowd, knife in one hand and gun in the other, buried deep in her pockets, and slid up to the casually strutting figure. "Hi," She whispered in their ear.


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Posted: Sat, 10/08/2024 07:02 (3 Months ago)
Accept res :)

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Posted: Fri, 09/08/2024 06:11 (3 Months ago)
kinda a WIP still but feel free to res or post a form
[INSPIRED BY NEIL GAIMAN'S NEVERWHERE]

𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮. 𝓟𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽, 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮, 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓲𝓰 𝓑𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓞𝔁𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓾𝓫𝓮, 𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷 𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮...𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼.


𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓘𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓸𝓷, 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓼, 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻-𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓵 (𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷). 𝓤𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂, 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯…[𝓲]𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼[/𝓲]; 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮, 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 [𝓲]𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼[/𝓲] 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵.

𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓯𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻’𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱. 𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀.

𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓯, 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓘𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓸𝓷’𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽- 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂’𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮, 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽.


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For the love of god, please don’t make 2-sentence posts, and please type in either present OR past. Not a mix. please.


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Posted: Sun, 04/08/2024 16:30 (3 Months ago)
Name: Evangaline (Eve or Evie) Aengheist
Age: 25
Gender/Sexuality: Bi Female
Alliance: ESA
Position in Alliance: hacker lol (if that can't be a position then regular member lol)
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Personality: Evie isn’t extremely social, but is kind to those close to her. Many might describe her as withdrawn or quiet, but to those she opens up to, she is described as a cinnamonroll. Unless you are in her inner circle however, Eve can be emotionless and lacking empathy.
Ability: Phaze
[/i] the ability to enter a state of half-being: becoming extremely light and able to pass through objects[/i]
Weakness: does not have a high pain tolerance, often cries when stubbing her toe ;-; is also very weak against attacks that do not rely on physical contact
History: Formerly a member of the Mafia, Agent 'Angie' woke up five years ago in a bloodstained black dress--- presumably a deal gone wrong. Her memories were erased at the hand of her own father, a high-ranking Mafia boss, in case she was tortured for information. To his dismay, Evangaline's new personality, 'Evie', ended up joining ESA. Her inate skill with computers and instinctive knowledge of the Mafia's system allowed her to climb the ranks until she became third-or-fourth (?) in command. More is to be rp'ed :)
Other: she’s very talented with electronics
Palpad: yes pls C:





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Posted: Wed, 24/01/2024 02:39 (9 Months ago)
*ahem. Live in ten…nine…”
Came a voice over the loudspeakers.

Adelaide Robinson sat in the first row of the plaza in the district’s center. Her shiny blue hair and sparkling ruby eyes glimmered under the carefully placed lighting. The performance would begin in a few seconds.

“Eight, seven…”

The decorated stage had banners and lights, aside from a microphone and two shining glass bowls, full of names. The bowls were never used, as every year valiant careers volunteered to participate in The Games. They were there for show, like many things in the districts and capitol alike.

“Five…four…”

Televised appearances were part of Robin’s training. Act confident; not cocky, graceful; yet not lofty. Her confident, kind act would be complimented well by her nervous partner, Casimir. Another reason why she, on behalf of the academy, chose him as the other tribute.

“Two, one…now. Welcome! It’s the hundred-fifth annual Hunger Games, this year with a special twist! This year, the supernaturally gifted…”

The lady’s voice echoed through the stadium, though no one paid genuine attention. She was just there as a performer; an entertainer. Actually, on the contrary, Adelaide—and the twenty-three other tributes, soon to be chosen—were the real performers. They were about to put on a show so spectacular; so captivating; so divine, that they would give their lives to the spectacle. The announcer was just there for the show. Just like the glass bowls. Just like the people in the plaza. The whole thing was a calculated and prepared set for the handsome little spectacle. For the performance. Boy, the capitol did love their performances.

”Now, some of the academy’s finest young individuals, chosen as tributes. First, in the female category…

It was her turn, but Adelaide zoned out. She suddenly felt a poke at her side. It was Mimi, reminding her that they were live and the performance was live.
“Oh, yes. I, Adelaide Robinson, volunteer as tribute!”

And just like that, The Hunger Games begun.


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Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 23:59 (9 Months ago)
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Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 17:54 (9 Months ago)

ꜱɪɢʜ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏᴏᴛꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜱɪɢʜꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏꜱᴛʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɪʀ.

ᴀ ꜱᴏᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀɪʀ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ. ᴀɴ ᴏᴍɪɴᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴄʜᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ’ꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ.

ᴍᴀʀʀᴇɪᴀɴᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪꜰᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴀᴛᴍᴏꜱ, ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ; ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ-ʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴀʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ, ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ.

ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍɪᴄ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀꜰᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴀʙʟᴇ. ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇꜱ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴀᴍ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴛᴏɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴀʀʀᴇɪᴀɴᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪꜱᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ. ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ. ʏᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ. ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ꜱʟᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ɪᴛ; ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟᴅʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴘɪɢꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴘ-ɴᴏᴛᴄʜ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴠ.

ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴀᴛᴍÓꜱ ꜱᴏʟʀᴏɴ. ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴍɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ. ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ.

ᴍᴀʀʀᴇɪᴀɴᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ; ꜰᴏʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀɪᴅ.

ɪꜰ ɪ’ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇᴅ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ.




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Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 16:21 (9 Months ago)

“ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʀᴏʙɪɴ—ʀᴏʙɪɴ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ—ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ᴄᴏᴅᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ. ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ɪɴꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ.” ꜱʜᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ. “ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄᴀꜱɪᴍɪʀ.” ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ. “ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ?” ꜱʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍʟʏ.

ᴄᴀꜱɪᴍɪʀ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ᴘᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 1’ꜱ ᴛᴇᴇɴꜱ, ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ. ᴄᴀꜱɪᴍɪʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ; ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ, ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.

ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴇᴇʀ ᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ, ᴘɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ.
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ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ’ꜱ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ ʏᴇᴛ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ. ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇꜱ’ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ɪɴ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴜᴍᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʙɪᴛ.
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ꜱʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀꜱɪᴍɪʀ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀᴛꜱ. ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ—ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ’ꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ᴄʟᴜᴇ.


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ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ ᴄʜɪʀᴘᴇᴅ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ɪɴ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ 5. ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄɪᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ. ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇꜰᴜʟ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ.
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ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ’ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀɪꜱᴋ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴇᴍɪꜱᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ.

ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴇɴᴀ. ᴍᴀʀʀᴇɪᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇɴᴀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀꜱ. ᴍᴀʀʀᴇɪᴀɴᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ.
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ᴍᴀʀʀᴇɪᴀɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ-ᴛᴏ-ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀʟꜰ; ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄɪᴛʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
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ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ‘ʀᴀꜰꜰʟᴇ’ —(ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ)—ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ? ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.

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“ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ, ʙʟᴜᴇ ʀᴏʙɪɴ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴀʏ.” ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʀᴀɴɢ.
ꜱᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙʟɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴ. ᴀ ʜᴀᴢʏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱ.
“ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, ʀᴏʙʙɪᴇ” ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ʀᴏʙɪɴꜱᴏɴ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪᴍɪ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ’ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇꜱᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱɪɴɢ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀᴛ ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ, ᴍɪᴍɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴇᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ, ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴀɴᴅꜱʟɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏᴡ.

“ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ʙʟᴜᴇ ʀᴏʙɪɴ. ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ?”

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀꜱ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ; ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ. ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ, ᴄᴀꜱᴍᴇᴀʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ.
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ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴘᴏɴʏᴛᴀɪʟ ʙʟᴇᴡ ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ. ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴀᴄᴇ-ᴀɴᴅ-ʀᴏꜱᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀɪꜱᴛɪɴᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ. ɢʟᴀᴍᴏʀᴏᴜꜱ ʏᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇ ᴄᴜꜰꜰꜱ ᴀᴅᴏʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢꜱ. ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴍɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ʀᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ.


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Posted: Sun, 21/01/2024 19:36 (10 Months ago)
ummmm that is a tad bit op
can u edit it-
maybe remove the mind magic and x10 multiplier

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Posted: Fri, 19/01/2024 16:32 (10 Months ago)
accept

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Posted: Thu, 18/01/2024 17:54 (10 Months ago)
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Posted: Thu, 18/01/2024 17:29 (10 Months ago)
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Posted: Wed, 17/01/2024 23:44 (10 Months ago)
ʙᴜꜱᴛ ‘ᴇᴍ ꜱᴋᴜʟʟꜱ 💀💀💀💀💀
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Posted: Wed, 17/01/2024 23:37 (10 Months ago)
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Posted: Wed, 17/01/2024 00:27 (10 Months ago)
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