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This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.
Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.
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Ouch, that looked like it hurt. Then again, the kid didn't shout or anything so how could she know for sure? Ugg, this sucked. She'd have to walk all the way over there, check on the kid, and make sure he was alright, lest Cueball...run her over with his wheelchair. Truthfully, she had no idea what he'd do, but she didn't really care. It would be a pain in the ass and not at all worth the trouble.
After letting out an over-dramatic sigh that just screamed "OSCAR", Bad Girl sprung from her spot on the couch, picked up her bat that was laying down on the floor, and walked over to him. Then she just poked him with the tip of her bat once she reached him. "Yo. Curly, you sleeping or what?"
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As she thought, Bad Girl tapped her bat against her shoulder without thinking about it. Force of habit, really. Either way, she'd might as well start talking again. Someone had to after all. "So. Can you speak at all or are ya just mute?"
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Finally he pushed himself to his feet, as sitting on the ground was starting to cramp his neck. He stretched to his full height, back cracking and popping as he did, before slouching forward. In response to her second question he smiled and gave a nod before raising a hand, forefinger and thumb pinched together like he was holding a zipper pull as he moved them both in front of his pressed together lips. While it was often a signal for "My lips are sealed" it also worked to tell people that didn't know sign language he was mute. Although he was mute by choice for the time being.