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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:50 pm
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"Their journey leads to Poppet Town, just to the north of master's lair. The destination is the master's factory on Sigil Street, across the street from a cheap brothel and a poor house. Truly, a respectable beacon of hope - one that doesn't at all smell like smog and urine.[/color[" Even if Charity, as of yet, didn't seem the loud sort of mad woman, it might be surprising to see her use such a dry tone - let alone one of deadpan sarcasm. But she loathed the place, knowing it as a place of great...great...
A small whimper escaped her lips as she hugged herself tightly, standing there for several moments. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she was rapidly blinking - refusing to let them fall. She bit hard down onto her lip in an attempt to silence herself, only to draw a bit of blood. The girl stood there for several moments, quivering and taking heavy breaths. She did not like being reminded of THAT word, either mentally or verbally. It ******** her up in a variety of ways, and of course in the most inconvenient of times. Sometimes she could use it with no problem, other times it killed her like no tomorrow. Regardless, it was always inconvenient and uncomfortable to think of,.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 10:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 11:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 11:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 4:56 am
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{Your avatar is adorable and I love it.}
The man began to meekly stutter and sputter about, giving piss poor excuses and false promises in the hopes of placating the class act of a man. At least, he did until his goonie got a good hold of Charity. She screamed like a banshee and struggled violently against the man's grip, but was ultimately too weak to do anything other than give everyone a headache. Of course, Charity seemed to be a bit out of it - screaming more because she was being touched than anything. There were cries of pure agony, of blades scraping across her skin that simply weren't there. The overseer's workers, not used to the mad woman's outbursts at the lightest of provocation, were scared and confused by her display.
The overseer, however, knew better than to bother with her - this was expected behavior from the weakling after all. No more the sniveling coward and now the overconfident fool, he began making demands for Schwartz to depart - lest he wishes any harm upon his dear master's pet.
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