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                                                             i was just a kid                                                               i was just a kid                                                              i was just a kid

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The miller couldn't see it, but he had puffed up his cheeks and posted at the miller. "I'm not ski-" he was about to retaliate with that he was muscular, but then Bell chimed in. "Ahh, okay..."

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It was an early morning for Bell, taking a harvest of wheat to be milled into a flour and traded.  This crop was early, but right on time for Bell.  Rifle on her back, and heavy bushel of wheat, she made it to the mill by the time the sun rose.

She waited for the mill to open, as Bandits and Rats meandered about among the civilians.  Bell kept her senses active, making sure her wheat stayed safe.

Bell perked when she heard someone speak.

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"E-err..." One couldn't see it, but behind his mask was a face of anxiety and dicomfort when this fella brought his sniffer too close to his personal space. He just held onto his cloak even tighter and nodded his head at this person. "Yes. I'm Sparky. Not food. Please don't eat me."

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It was an early morning for Bell, taking a harvest of wheat to be milled into a flour and traded.  This crop was early, but right on time for Bell.  Rifle on her back, and heavy bushel of wheat, she made it to the mill by the time the sun rose.

She waited for the mill to open, as Bandits and Rats meandered about among the civilians.  Bell kept her senses active, making sure her wheat stayed safe.

Bell perked when she heard someone speak.

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[smack like (or do what you need for a sideblog) if you want this ratboy in your asks or maybe some attempt at making a starter]

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Sparky just followed along, cloaking his body with a long brown robe that was tattered and patched up here and there. His beat up boots were clunky against the ground, but he seemed to be used to it. "Busy place, huh? Kinda scary. Where I came from, I knew literally everyone. Then I left that place."

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It was an early morning for Bell, taking a harvest of wheat to be milled into a flour and traded.  This crop was early, but right on time for Bell.  Rifle on her back, and heavy bushel of wheat, she made it to the mill by the time the sun rose.

She waited for the mill to open, as Bandits and Rats meandered about among the civilians.  Bell kept her senses active, making sure her wheat stayed safe.

Bell perked when she heard someone speak.

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"That's a fun name. I've heard some pretty weird names before, at least yours is norma- for a Pandoran." Sometimes he didn't like his own name, it sounded like it was for a kid. Sure, he was a kid, but he'd grow up some day and would need a stronger sounding name.

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It was an early morning for Bell, taking a harvest of wheat to be milled into a flour and traded.  This crop was early, but right on time for Bell.  Rifle on her back, and heavy bushel of wheat, she made it to the mill by the time the sun rose.

She waited for the mill to open, as Bandits and Rats meandered about among the civilians.  Bell kept her senses active, making sure her wheat stayed safe.

Bell perked when she heard someone speak.

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           sup  killers?  Gwen  here  with  a  bad  ass  Firehawk  aka  Lilith  the  Siren.  It’s  my  first  time  trying  a  muse  like  this  I  think  but  regardless, please  like  /  reblog  this  if  you’d  be  interested  in  interacting!

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                                       THE OPERATIVE

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"Huh, me?" Sometimes, Sparky didn't like being associated with his bloody family, but sometimes he was proud of it. It was a little hard to avoid, after all he constantly wore a mask that looked similar to his dad's. "Sparky. Who are you?" The kid wasn't super familiar with rats, except for one, so he didn't identify her race right off the bat. As he spoke, his hands were clasped behind his back arena he kicked a rock to the side from the pebble populated path.

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It was an early morning for Bell, taking a harvest of wheat to be milled into a flour and traded.  This crop was early, but right on time for Bell.  Rifle on her back, and heavy bushel of wheat, she made it to the mill by the time the sun rose.

She waited for the mill to open, as Bandits and Rats meandered about among the civilians.  Bell kept her senses active, making sure her wheat stayed safe.

Bell perked when she heard someone speak.

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Among the townsfolk was a tourist of sorts... Enter Sparky Flynt, just a kid from an infamous line of edgy shoot mcshooters. His own dad had built a name for himself, as did one of his uncles... But there was another family member of his that was basically superstar famous, but not necessarily popular among all. Sparky was still young and exploring his murderous intent, and it still wasn't fully there. Right now, he was just a young adult walking among a golden field for the first time. It was nothing like he had ever seen, having of grown up on a barren icy wasteland and living on a tropical island. He noticed someone, and ran on out to them while yelling "Hey, do you know the way to the nearest town?"

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It was an early morning for Bell, taking a harvest of wheat to be milled into a flour and traded.  This crop was early, but right on time for Bell.  Rifle on her back, and heavy bushel of wheat, she made it to the mill by the time the sun rose.

She waited for the mill to open, as Bandits and Rats meandered about among the civilians.  Bell kept her senses active, making sure her wheat stayed safe.

Bell perked when she heard someone speak.

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starter call

like / reblog this for a thing!

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“First they’re sour, then they’re sweet” Squad

Aries, Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn

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Therapist: "And what do we say when life disappoints us"

Me: "Called it"

Therapist: "no"

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something: *is none of my god DAMN business* me: 🔍👀📝

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BOI

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