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Setting: Miami, Florida. Present Day. Political, Social, and International climate reflects that of the real world. Threads exist in real-time unless otherwise stated.
I'm Kaitlyn, commonly referred to as Lynx on the internet. I've been RPing for years and years and finally decided to open a site of my own! [SS] is my brain baby, and I love it very much. I've spent a large chunk of time writing and building the world that you're playing in, but just like the real world it is always changing! I'm friendly and excitable, so don't let me scare you away I would love to chat. My Chatango is Xkaitlynx!
Hi! I'm Kayla, one of the admins on site. My only character is Cobalt Weaver: human disaster. I've been RPing for about 4 years now and [SS] is my first site as an admin. Reservoir Dogs summons me to the c-box, but usually in tears. Watchmen is my favorite everything. I know way too much about Lord of the Rings. My Chatango is Kayladid. Ask me anything!
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Reggie opened his eyes slowly and groaned. He shook his head, and groaned louder. He sat up and bit back that groan. He put a hand to his head and frowned. He looked at the bed and arched a brow, he looked at his own bed and saw Scotty and he smirked. He could only guess at that part of last night. He stood up slowly and sniffed then looked to the kitchen. The smells of breakfast wafting his way. He wandered over and went straight to cupboard, got glass, filled with water, drank it down.
He could feel Rupert's eyes on him as he downed the water and he finally returned the look as he refilled the glass. The older man was mocking him, of course he was, the older man was stone sober and hangover free. Cheeky fuck.
Reggie looked at the breakfast, it look bright red with pieces of meat floating in it. Best of all, it was obvious that there was enough for everyone.
"Well, at least in this you are a glorious fat bastard." His voice was low because, loud noises. He smirked at the older man and got out three bowls and started setting places. He just assumed that he should set places, Rupert seemed like a sit down for breakfast type.
Then with an evil grin he wandered over to his bed, looking down at Scotty he smiled. Suddenly he flipped the bed and started yelling, "Shit! They're everywhere! Run fer yer fuckin lives! Oh Gods, they got Rupert! Oh the humanity!"
The noise of his own voice and the bed flipping were agony. Totally worth it.
Scotty hit the floor and flipped out, tangled in sheets and blanket he struggled to get free as Reggie walked back to the kitchen. He crossed his arms and waited for the lad to get himself free.
"God Reg, you are such an arse."
All smiles on this side, he looked to Rupert and nodded once.
"Was fer breakfast there Rupert?"
If the heart is a house, I have a blood stained lawn -Victim Counter: 11-