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1964- RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → 1964- RPAs probably no one guessed, she was curious about their reasons to choose a side. Why to be consider a "good" or "bad" person. She needed to know everyone's reason so she could probably understand her brother, even when she usually keep one tought on mind... -Will I ever understand him at all?-
"By the way, I've never seen you so kind. I like that!" She said to Baian smiling. "Winston, will you help me out here? He's heavy"

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A shrill scream managed to awoke Ashe from the dead of the night in a cold sweat. He couldn't tell if it came from his recurring nightmares or from someone else. He assumed both. Getting out of bed, Ashe went to get himself a cold glass of water from the kitchen before going back to his bedroom and gazing out his apartment's window. Somehow, in the dark, he could make out a faint outline of a tall male staggering out of an alleyway, which made him have some questions but, hey. Who was he to ask?

"Winston's right, it's getting kinda dark. We should probably get going. The cops might get suspicious and keep us for questioning. Don't wanna go through that again.
Anyways, g'night. See y'all tomorrow, and you better not be having another deathmatch." Gill smiled, and started walking in the direction of his apartment.

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"Sure. Just tell me where it is, 'kay." He walked over to Baian and put Baian's arm over his shoulder, to help support him.
"No need to feel bad about my injuries, if you are feeling bad about them. I don't really know you enough to say, but I'd feel pretty bad if a teammate got hurt because of me. So I'm say that you don't have to be guilty or anything." He began, steps still shaky dispite the support

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