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fireispretty2013-01-25 06:59 pm
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[ 1. ] Comment with a character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. Put their name and series in the title! Camp position optional. [ 2. ] Oh no! The power is out all across camp due to a nasty storm, and everyone's been brought to the lodge for safe keeping! There are candles, flashlights, lanterns, and the gas powered stove, but not much else besides one another. [ 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! |
snow you always know how to break me into pieces
No idea what you're talking about, mom. [The grin fades after a few minutes, though, and he sighs, lacing his fingers together and resting them across his knees.] I just...I don't know. Maybe in a past life I was a firefighter so I can't set fires because it hurts a very part of my actual soul or something.
almost four months of practice
But she lets her expression soften again, and she reaches to brush her fingers over his. Touch takes concentration, energy, but it's always worth it with her baby. Close, Stiles. ]
You'll find the spark you need for it. I know you will.
four months of feels
[Getting touched by most of the other ghosts around the camp generally gives Stiles the shivers, but his mom is different. It's not cold, it's familiar and warm and it makes his stomach churn and his heart seize up at the same time. It'll never be the same as having a bad day and having her hug him, but even a little bit is better than nothing, and he curls his fingers gently where hers were.]
Maybe in like ten years. Twenty years. When I'm old and gray and dead then I'll be able to set things on fire. [He sighs and gives his mom a sheepish smile. At least it's comforting, and he's just grousing.]
...thanks, mom.
so much heart pain.
She leans forward, concentrating a second time to brush her lips across his forehead. Even at sixteen, he'll never stop being mama's little boy. ]
Your mom's always gonna be your number one cheerleader, sweetie.
and agony
Yeah, too bad no one else can hear it. [It's just a joke, though, and he chuckles, lifting his head.] Maybe this year'll be it.
...And marksmanship. Eventually. [mental wince]