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Rustic
What kind of thing are you?
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Post by Rustic on Dec 7, 2015 16:24:02 GMT -8
..................................................................... Canchi Chiro
Canchi walked around Kelp Dome, not particularly enjoying the humidity of the massive greenhouse. But he had to do a science assignment for school, and he wasn't the one to let a simple 5 mark assignment slip through his hands. "I should've dressed for a greenhouse instead of wearing my usual..." He mumbled angrily, taking out a paper and tried to write, before the pen punctured straight through the paper and ripped it apart. Frustrated, he threw it all up into the air. "Not again!" he shouted, picking up the scraps of paper and putting them in his pockets.
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Revan
When I die, I want my squad to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.
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Post by Revan on Dec 9, 2015 17:10:34 GMT -8
Sorrel | Male Octoling The bottom line was, for the first time since coming to Inkopolis, Sorrel was bored. It had been some time now with the same routine every day: only leave home when he needed to, scowl at Inklings on the streets, go back home and brood. It wasn't a very nice way to live, not that his life in Octo Valley had been much of an improvement. But now that he'd gotten sick of it, Sorrel figured that if he didn't want to go completely mad, it was best to get out and do something. So, here he was. Kelp Dome wasn't much of a tourist attraction, but he had his own reasons for coming here. He could have chosen a place like Arowana Mall or Museum d'Alfonsino to hang out, but if he was completely honest, Sorrel was interested in how the Inklings were able to run such a massive greenhouse. Back in Octo Valley the Octarians struggled with being self-sustainable, especially without power. Aside from that, Sorrel couldn't help but hope that he'd run into another Octoling to talk to. Or just.. anyone. Maybe even a Inkling, if he met one that was- 'No, he cut himself off, banishing those thoughts. 'I don't need to make friends with Inklings.' With a sigh, Sorrel turned the corner in the greenhouse just as he heard someone call out. Someone was hunched over picking something up from the ground, and Sorrel couldn't help but watch curiously. "Speech." | 'Thoughts.' |
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