Ruth

@loopylin haha he’s cute!!

@loopylin

OH MY GOODNESS IT’S SOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!😍😍😍 I love him!

@the_lost-journal haha! It happens lol

@koshka

Rory

Rory was silent as the two moved down the hall. Leo’s words had a strange draw to them, and he felt as though they were pulling at his very being. For some reason, freedom made him think of the building… church… and the picture in the glass. Peace and freedom. Two things he had never experienced––

Until now.

He hadn’t tas…[Read more]

@the_lost-journal

lol! I forget important things too XD

@theducktator

I wanted to show you the grasshopper duck I found in a little library today 

*blink*

That was weird.

Flipping through the pages of this RP feeling rather like a spy as I try to hunt down my errant water sprite.

Not sure where he is rn.

Flipping through the pages of this RP feeling rather like a spy as I try to hunt down my errant water sprite. As if I don’t have an essay to write, ect.

Not sure where he is rn. Not sure where I left him.

@raxforge lol ok then!

@keilah-h Hurrah! I might add one sometime in the future, but not right now

@raxforge as many as you can keep track of

How many charries am I allowed to have at a time on the RP?

@the_lost-journal ooh cool! Those are your favorite genres?

@the_lost-journal where are those from?

@ellette-giselle

Leo

Hmm. True freedom.

Leo waited for Rory to catch up, mind whirring. He took a breath to answer, then paused, looking for the right words. Slowly, carefully, he tried to explain.

“There are different kinds of Freedom. The political kind usually means liberty to pursue your own dreams and live your life, even make your own…[Read more]

@koshka

Yes, he would.

Rory

Rory stared at Leo for a long moment, letting the older boy’s words play over in his mind. Leo turned to start down the hall, and Rory forced himself to keep up. “Leo…” he hesitated. “Leo, what is free? I know what my government says free is, but I think free means something different to everyone. At least, that’s…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

Poor kid. He’d probably think sidewalk chalk was a crime

Leo

“Agents?” Leo looked up from the tile. Rory was watching him with large, confused eyes.

“Eh, no. Not what you call Agents. There were–are–plenty of special ops soldiers in the army, but they weren’t murderers and kidnappers like your Agents. They were just…[Read more]