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Whispering Rock mods. ([personal profile] campmods) wrote in [community profile] fireispretty2013-01-07 11:55 pm

TEST DRIVE

OPEN TO ALL
TEST DRIVE MEME
[ 1. ] Comment with a character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. Put their name and series in the title!
[ 2. ] Action posts, bulletin board spam, walkie-talkie exchanges, or network entries are all acceptable!
[ 3. ] Tag around with one another! Figure out preexisting CR for characters returning to camp, and get an idea of what new CR you could get!
[ 4. ] App all those characters. You can use your threads from this for one of your samples!
[ 5. ] Have fun!
nomorals: (hmm~)

[personal profile] nomorals 2013-01-08 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately I do.

[As much as she hated to, she remembered clinging to Marshall when he got home after that summer. She hopes you know she's moving out with you when you move out, bro. Marcie waits a few beats before strumming her own guitar, fingers nimble.]
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[personal profile] thekinged 2013-01-08 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
We'll get out.

[ Technically, he could file for emancipation and leave now. But he won't, because he wouldn't be able to take Marceline with him. So, yeah. He knows, sis. Marsh can't help but smile a little as they play, at ease. ]
nomorals: (bummed)

[personal profile] nomorals 2013-01-08 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
[If he left her there she would piss on everything that he loved. Or at least set it on fire. Even though she's facing the other way and can't see it, she smiles at the same time, starting to relax now that everything is in place. The next three months will be worth it, and then next spring she turns fifteen - one step closer to moving out.]
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[personal profile] thekinged 2013-01-08 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Please don't, he kind of likes all the things that he loves, y'know? Also that would kind of involve setting herself on fire, and that's not exactly conducive to anything at all. Tipping his head a little, he rests it on the top of Marceline's, content to just sit and absently play and harmonize with her. Another summer, and another year closer to being able to move on and out. ]