Candice’s mom was in the room
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Yessir
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Nah I’m only stalking Daniel Candice is irrelevant
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Ruby overthinks worse.
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Omg Mikey has so so many overwhelming
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Oof my sister went to the hospital 
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Oh, I’m blushing, thank you. Very, very much! I love your writing, as well! You are so good!
Oh, no, you are!
But thank you!
My, somehow liked by me (kinda), posts:
Sorry that there are four instead of one, you don’t have to read them all!
Felix - uncle call
Felix took the note and looked at it carefully for any extra clues. However, apart from a short and lazy message, he found nothing interesting. Not satisfying his curiosity, he put the paper in his pocket with an annoyed grunt. Maybe the note will come in handy someday.
Looking through the open door, he noticed Miko herding a herd of cows. He smiled to himself. Felix was incredibly associated with his farm. He took it over from his father, who died of an unknown disease two years ago. It was on this farm that Felix grew up and learned the secrets of agriculture. His products are in great demand in local stores, and Felix himself knows that he and Miko are doing a d*mn good job. Entrusting his life sanctuary to someone else was more than stressful. There was only one person in this world who was trustworthy enough to take care of the farm while Felix was away. The man pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. The old, half-broken model turned on slowly as if awakened from a long sleep. It was working slower than a snail and refused to cooperate with its owner. It was shutting down all the time, breaking calls by itself and, constantly vibrating with anger. After a few minutes of dealing with this monstrous machine, Felix managed to dial the number he wanted. After three short beeps, a thick voice has spoken:
“Hello?” the voice had morning hoarseness and was clearly exasperated. Obviously, Felix woke him up.
“Uncle, hello. It’s me, Felix.” his uncle laughed happily. He was about to start telling his nephew how he spent the last two years, but Felix was faster. "I have to leave. Could uncle take care of the farm? It’s important.” he blurted out with incredible speed.
There was silence on the other side. Felix was slowly getting impatient but urging his uncle would discourage him from taking up the job even more. “You know very well that I’ll never set my foot there. Not… after the death of…,” he grunted. “I will send my best employee there.”
Felix was not going to hand over his farm to a stranger, much less give up. By nature, stubborn and impulsive, he tried to choose his words in such a way as not to upset his uncle. “This is an exceptional situation. This farm means a lot to me, and you, uncle, are the only person I trust enough to entrust this heavy burden of looking after the place. Besides, I’ll be back before the rooster crows."
His pleading reply did not receive an answer quickly. Uncle thought for so long that the boy’s phone began to vibrate, signaling that it was about to end the awkward conversation itself.
“Theodor will be there in an hour and a half,” Felix heard, and before he could protest, his uncle hung up.
“Sh*t,” he drawled, putting the phone in his pocket. Red out of exasperation, he turned his anger into something more useful: packing. He headed for the storage box at the back of the milking parlor. From there, he pulled out two thick woolen blankets and two three-liter bottles full of milk. He also packed his potion, a handful of dried beef, a mixture of raisins and cranberries, a loaf of bread, and fresh blueberry jam. On the way to the wardrobe, which was in another building, he picked three apples and put them in his backpack as well. From the closet, he pulled out extra clothes and a bottle of alcohol hidden under a pile of materials. Checking if Miko was not around, he carefully placed it in his backpack. The last thing he took was a map.
Prepared, he went back to the milking parlor, where he waited for Miko to return with the cows. They had to leave soon.
Owen - not like him
Owen let out a broad and sincere chuckle. His laugh sounded like a warm summer morning. The man shook his head: quickly and vigorously. He always used to be an energetic one. Even as a little boy, he could not sit still in one place. He was always jumping and running. Constant movement was an integral part of his life.
“You’re right,” he said right away, without thinking. Owen never hesitated. The answer came to him usually quickly. Sometimes he knew it before the converser had finished asking the question. “Adults sometimes act like children, although they want to avoid it. They hurt others and still consider themselves serious." He ended his statement with a sigh. It was loud, as were most of the things Owen did.
‘Sofia never approached them either,’ flashed through his mind. He didn’t say it aloud, though no other sentence wanted to form in his mind. He had to react somehow, but he didn’t know-how. Only silly jokes came to his brain. Rarely did Owen remain silent for that long. “I understand,” that was a textbook statement. One that has always worked. It was undemanding and pale in its form. It was entirely different than Owen. “Sorry, but I was thinking. I’ve known people who…,” He paused as if wondering how to end this sentence. In fact, his thoughts were running through his mind. They pushed among themselves, trying to win this race. But only one of them has taken the lead. “They were treated like that too. It didn’t end well for her.” ‘It’s my fault,’ he added in his mind. “But it doesn’t matter,” he smiled broadly. He sounded optimistic again as if someone had switched his module. “Now, you ask me a question,” he clapped energetically.
Elske (I know this is from this RP but I was proud of it, I'm sorry!) - party life
This was not a sight Elske had expected to see. If she could even imagine how the room would have looked like beforehand. Wall decorations, colorful lighting spouting from all sides, a grand stage in the center of the place. It was all exceptionally cinematic and, at the same time, different, unknown. The girl moved her gaze from one part of the room to the other, absorbing all this blaze of colors. All the magic, as Aline said. “It’s hard to disagree with you.” Elske shifted her hand, this time grabbing Aline’s skinny wrist. It was a gentle but confident squeeze - definitely unplanned, but strangely right. Enchanted by this atmosphere, she decided to let it fill her up. She wanted to get caught up in this whirlwind of teenage fantasy for a moment. Forget about her plan, about the past, and the future. Live here and now. After all, this evening was never going to happen again.
Without thinking, guided by the spirit of the main characters in weak romantic comedies, she pulled Aline towards the bar. She pushed her and herself through the crowd of the rest of the party people. Some danced like there was no tomorrow, led by loud music. While others lost their minds in liters of probably remarkably expensive alcohol. Some experienced the electrifying sensation of a kiss for the first time, tasting their randomly-picked-partner in a poorly lit, cluttered corner. Elske was not curious about who these people were, although she felt a strange connection with them. They were no longer a collective, but a group with one goal on the horizon: having fun. And Elske was going to have fun tonight, get carried away, turn her mind off. Forget herself.
She sat down at the barstool, ordering “whatever-you-got.” The best drink for such an unreal night. She glanced at Aline. For her, the girl seemed concerned. She had already noticed it when she first asked her about the ball. Elske frowned. She didn’t want her partner to be occupied with any thoughts. Not tonight, at least. “You wanted to go with someone else, didn’t you?” there was no remorse in her voice. It was curiosity that gracefully formed the syllables flowing from the girl’s lips. Focused on Aline, she didn’t even notice as the crowd began to empty. How it started to shrink with every second, with every beat of the music. She was not interested in how this deceitful idyll occurred to slowly crumble, how all the slime started to appear on the surface: lies, quarrels, betrayals, and tasks sent to everyone just before this event. Elske got that text message too, but she wasn’t even going to read it. It wasn’t important now, and it never really will. “You got the assignments, too, right? Will you finish them all?" she asked her another question with the same amount of interest.
Here’s the one I still haven’t finished, and I’m still working on it, so it might be a bit rough. (And there’s no official thread for the RP this post is for, oops)
Mirror, mirror on the wall: who's the greatest of them all? - just a fragment
Gaston looked in the mirror one more time, marveling at the sight that stretched out in its surface. The beige shirt clung tightly to his body, accentuating every perfectly sculpted muscle. The blue eyes, surrounded by the brown rim, seemed to be even more turquoise, thanks to the loose brown jacket, decorated with burgundy elements. Gaston grinned at his reflection, admiring how his teeth glistened with a pearly glow in the morning sun. Definitely, it was a sight he would never be tired of. Gaston ran his hand through his onyx-black hair, proudly gasping. He was unable to take his eyes off the wonderful hero who was beaming at him from the mirror. The word ‘perfect’ could not even half describe his breathtaking stature. “Nobody deserves you, Gaston,” he whispered to himself as he turned around on the heels of his massive black boots. In front of him was a corridor, unusually beautiful, tastefully decorated, but exuding the splendor of gold and ruby that appeared from time to time on tall marble walls. Hall was long, but Gaston overcame it with almost three dashing strides. Theatrically, he opened the door at its end and left his villa, immediately meeting the screams and moans of his fans.
Bathed in sunlight, he looked even more magnificent. He enjoyed every second of this ‘show’, savoring every compliment thrown at him as he did every day. “Gaston, you are wonderful!”. “Gaston, why do you have to be with Belle?”. “Gaston, I adore you anyway, and I will always love you!” — were just a few examples. Gaston did not seem to heed those words of recognition. He walked proudly on the route delineated by the crowd, and with his jaw rose high, he let himself be admired in his best appearance. Sometimes, the man reacted to the cries of beautiful ladies with a smile or with a wink. That was enough for the women to pass out at his feet and kiss the ground he stomped on. Such a small and meaningless gesture on Gaston’s part was something spectacular to them. An event they will later tell their friends about, hearing jealous snorts as a response. Ah, how Gaston loved these mornings. With a confident smile on his firm features, he said goodbye to a group of admirers. They were too delighted with his divinity to realize that they should have followed him.
Also, I’d love to read favorite posts of yours!
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Omg is she okay?
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Oh no!!! Hope she is fine!!!
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Idk
She got hit in the head
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Oh, no! I hope, she’s okay!
I wish her the best! I hope she’ll get well soon!
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Oh no that must’ve hurt >.> poor thing <3
hoping that the hospital visit goes well then, and that she gets sorted out. sending lots of love to you and your fam 
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Thanks b
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keep me updated? wanna know if it goes alright
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Oh, exactly! Tell us later how she’s feeling
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I will yeah
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Let us know updates! Hopefully, she doesn’t have a concussion!
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^^^ same keep us updated!!! Hopefully all is okay!!!
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