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sayitwithpocky2012-03-31 04:39 pm
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The BIG DAMN OPEN POST
All the threads, all the time, for everyone! Even if we've never played together before! It's one big damn happy (or unhappy, depending which way you like your RP to swing) free for all. So if there're any set-ups you want to tag out then jump right in! (...Just please give me a scenario and set the scene well enough for me to know what we're doing, and tag the existing threads instead of adding new ones. Okay? Okay!).
OPENFOREVER UNTIL WE HIT MAX COMMENTS.
OPEN
Rocket Admin Clarissa | Pokemon OC
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Where do you think you're going?
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Oh no you're not! Not until you tell me whose knees and why! [DEETS MOTHERFUCKER]
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I don't have to tell you anything! If I wanna break his knees I'll break his stupid purple-hair-having knees!
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Can't believe I lost that fucking bet.
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Y'mean you didn't see it coming, chump? Come on! I was obviously going to win!
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YOUR MOM IS A FOOL
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I was totally gonna win! You just cheated!
[have I mentioned MATURE yet]
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
Sex and dessert? Clearly the best meme ever!
What're you doing with that? Where did you get it?
[Because you sure as hell didn't bake it, Silver, and Clarissa knows all about your lack of a sweet tooth, so why is there a sweet-smelling pie on their table?]
Yep >3
I-I don't know! [his head is too filled with delicious sexy thoughts to worry about little details like that SHUT UP HORMONES]
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Well I didn't bring it in! You must know where it came from, right? Your face is all red, what're you hiding?
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[She remains on her feet, her distrusting gaze still locked onto the pie, before finally giving a hmph and sitting stiffly down on the floor.]
So it's gotta be an island thing, hasn't it? [She stares at the pie some more — because, you know, just in case it decides to get up and walk out or something — biting on the inside of her mouth in concentration. She then looks up, thrusting her finger out at Silver.]
You. Go get forks and make sure the thing's not pranked!
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When that man is Silver and his wife is Clarissa, ANYTHING. Basically she's been working him like a servant, playing the "I'm pregnant" card for all it's worth and sticking him with all the hard jobs while she lounges around enjoying herself. Silver's been fighting her every step of the way, but it's not much of a fight considering he's who he is and she's who she is plus pregnant.
So Silver is doing the dishes. Badly. And slopping water all over the place while he does it. Chores suck, why should he care about Doing It Right?]
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What the hell is this?!
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A fucking mess, obviously!
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There's water everywhere, you moron! It's like five freakin' Magikarp just used Splash in the sink!
[Her burning gaze follows the water-streaks down the sides of the counter and down to the damp floor, and it's like a firecracker of genuine rage has exploded. Clarissa thrusts out a finger towards the puddles and locks onto Silver with the deadliest of glares.]
What the hell? Do you even get how dangerous that is? I could slip, idiot!
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... [Oh, right. The slipping hazard. Silver sighs, grabs a large towel and throws it down over the puddles]
There. Satisfied?
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No, I'm not bloody satisfied! You can't even wash dishes! How are we going to cope with bringing up a kid if you can't even do that?!
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