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Trapped in Gotham [OOC]



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Thu Dec 15, 2022 6:44 am
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KateHardy says...



Ouch
Stay Safe
The Princess of Darkness

Hello! You? Yes you reading this. Have a nice day because you're wonderful and you deserve it!

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Thu Dec 15, 2022 6:50 am
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WeepingWisteria says...



Don't worry, Harry. I adore Vankous.
She/They/Fae

“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni
“Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter
“ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
  





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Sun Jan 01, 2023 4:23 pm
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Mageheart says...



finally posted again !! i do have some plans for what the gang will do next, but, before we get into that, quick question for everyone: anyone have anything they really want to happen in this rp? i realized i never asked that here, so i wanted to remedy that now :)
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[ she/her, but in a boy kinda way ]

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Omni says...



Hey there! This roleplay has been archived due to inactivity. If you'd like to continue this roleplay, please contact a member of the RP Crew. Thanks!
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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien