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Her brow furrowed as she tried to listen to what he was saying, but the headphones stifled all sound. Once he took them back, she gave him a confused look and shook her head. Of course, whatever he'd said he didn't want her hearing, so it was just as well. Trip took out her own music and turned on something soft and pleasant for herself.

Trip scrunched up her face unpleasantly. “Oh, well, thanks, man.” She grumbled, licking the frosting from her lip and smiling contentedly. It was very sweet; more sugar than she was used to having in a single mouthful of anything.

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Two giggled and rocked on her feet. "I'll say! Where'd you come from, stranger?" She looked over his shoulder from the direction he'd come, hoping to spot some clue.

One tried blowing her bangs out of her eyes. “Well, I was trying to get away from Miss Priss and her awful music, but I think that fall took care of it for me.” She glanced down at the boom box that sat silently on the ground at Two’s feet. “What are you doing here?”

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Trip scrunched up her face unpleasantly. "Oh, well, thanks, man." She grumbled, licking the frosting from her lip and smiling contentedly. It was very sweet; more sugar than she was used to having in a single mouthful of anything.

"Fine! Fine! No questions!" She rolled her eyes and ate another peach ring. For a prince, Aeron was certainly a drama queen. Trip wondered who had screwed him up so badly as a kid to make him like this.

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((Alright, usually if something like this goes down when I'm not on, I usually just let it be, but Zina, I've just got to say, I completely understand. I can't tell you how many times I've been yelled at because I 'look and act too masculine.' Femininity is hard. But that doesn't give anyone the right to say what you are is wrong.

I don't know much about your body type, how you act, or anything, but it is so important to know that you are still perfect no matter what because you are you. You are beautiful, no matter how boyish, girlish, or in-betweenish you are. I love you, Zina, and there will always be someone who does because you are you.))

Is the zi Zi ok?

[Sorry I just.. whew oh boy. Do you ever feel so down to the point where you can barely get up in the morning? Yeah, my moms been getting all up in my business and called things like sick and anorexic. Calling me stupid because I don’t show my femininity. I’m starting to believe its true. Maybe my body shape isn’t how it is cause it’s like that. Maybe I am stupid for not showing my girly self… I… I don’t know man..]

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Send me a symbol, and I'll tell you a surefire way to make my character feel...

☺ Happy

☹ Sad

✂ Angry

➳ Scared

☤ Disgusted

♯ Annoyed

♬ Excited

☂ Embarrassed

★ Awed/Impressed

☢ Worried

☯ Calm

♟ Jealous

♛ Confident

♭ Self-conscious

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"Fine! Fine! No questions!" She rolled her eyes and ate another peach ring. For a prince, Aeron was certainly a drama queen. Trip wondered who had screwed him up so badly as a kid to make him like this.

The girl thought a moment and shrugged. “I dunno, I might.” She ignored the bits of cake flying everywhere and flicked a piece from off her chest. “Not, like… vanish or anything, but I might vacation again. Or hopefully go on tour, but that won’t be for a while. Why do you ask?”

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((Yo I'm home from school))

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The girl thought a moment and shrugged. "I dunno, I might." She ignored the bits of cake flying everywhere and flicked a piece from off her chest. "Not, like... vanish or anything, but I might vacation again. Or hopefully go on tour, but that won't be for a while. Why do you ask?"

He dusted his hands and followed his sis. Though not without throwing something across the room to scare to employees.

The park wasn’t far. Thank goodness it wasn’t. A certain prince would get upset from walking far.

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One tried blowing her bangs out of her eyes. "Well, I was trying to get away from Miss Priss and her awful music, but I think that fall took care of it for me." She glanced down at the boom box that sat silently on the ground at Two's feet. "What are you doing here?"

Two glanced over at One for a brief moment before holding out her hand to the nomad. “My— I mean, our name is Trip, but you can call me Number A.”

"Her name is Number Two." One growled, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

Two swayed side to side absently. “Yeah, okay, I’m Number Two. And that’s Number One. Don’t worry about her, she’s just a grumpy-pants.” She beamed and winked while her counterpart growled again.

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Two glanced over at One for a brief moment before holding out her hand to the nomad. "My-- I mean, our name is Trip, but you can call me Number A."

"Her name is Number Two." One growled, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

Two swayed side to side absently. "Yeah, okay, I'm Number Two. And that's Number One. Don't worry about her, she's just a grumpy-pants." She beamed and winked while her counterpart growled again.

Number One’s flashing eyes turned on him at once. “No?” She said pointedly, pulling her headphones down and getting in his face. “Oh, so… you’re saying that, this one,” She pointed sharply at Number Two, who waved and smiled brightly, “who is, in fact, the one who was holding my stuff, is not the one at fault for dropping it? Because if it were your fault, I’d hate to be you.” Her voice had turned into a menacing growl, and her fur still stood on end.

Number Two danced forward and dragged back the doppelganger. “Heeeeey, Numba One, give this guy some room! It really wasn’t his fault!” The dark nomad wrenched her arm away and huffed angrily. Number Two ignored her and bounced in front of the other nomad. “Hello! Are you lost?”

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Immediately, Trip pointed to a familiar picnic table, which had apparently been nailed back together after their last encounter, and the scorch mark in the grass was growing back nicely. All in all, it still looked rather disappointing, but Trip hopped up to sit on the table anyway. She set down the cake and her own bag of sweets, popping one of the candies in her mouth.

"Dammit! No stop!" He leaned back still lifting up her torso. So help him if she slipped up and dropped those treats things wouldn’t be pretty. "Trip stop being a lazy jerk and move!"

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Wanting to RP, but afraid starters will be ignored.

Seeing an ‘Open RP’ starter thread, but too afraid it’s not meant for me.

Finally getting someone to RP, but afraid I might be boring them.

Rping.

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"Is it true that..." Finish it in my ask box!

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Number One's flashing eyes turned on him at once. "No?" She said pointedly, pulling her headphones down and getting in his face. "Oh, so... you're saying that, this one," She pointed sharply at Number Two, who waved and smiled brightly, "who is, in fact, the one who was holding my stuff, is not the one at fault for dropping it? Because if it were your fault, I'd hate to be you." Her voice had turned into a menacing growl, and her fur still stood on end.

Number Two danced forward and dragged back the doppelganger. "Heeeeey, Numba One, give this guy some room! It really wasn't his fault!" The dark nomad wrenched her arm away and huffed angrily. Number Two ignored her and bounced in front of the other nomad. "Hello! Are you lost?"

The nomad fumbled with the boom box. Clearly, he hadn’t seen her there, but she hadn’t seen him either, which resulted in the heavy music player slipping from her rather incapable hands. Luckily, it was sturdy enough to not damage anything, but still made quite the racket as it hit the ground.

That was enough to set the other girl over the edge. Number One clenched her fists and her fur bristled. She whirled around, thankfully still a good distance from Number Two and shouted loud enough to be heard over her own music, “FOR THE LOVE OF GLORN IF YOU HURT MY BOX I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SNAP EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!” She was so enraged, she didn’t even notice the other nomad who was there.

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The nomad fumbled with the boom box. Clearly, he hadn't seen her there, but she hadn't seen him either, which resulted in the heavy music player slipping from her rather incapable hands. Luckily, it was sturdy enough to not damage anything, but still made quite the racket as it hit the ground.

That was enough to set the other girl over the edge. Number One clenched her fists and her fur bristled. She whirled around, thankfully still a good distance from Number Two and shouted loud enough to be heard over her own music, "FOR THE LOVE OF GLORN IF YOU HURT MY BOX I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SNAP EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!" She was so enraged, she didn't even notice the other nomad who was there.

The day was quiet. The sun was behind purple clouds and the pond was a bright green. The red grass waved in the wind. Peaceful wouldn’t begin to describe it.

Wouldn’t begin.

A dark sandy nomad sulked by, the music from her headphones screaming loud and angrily enough to shake her brains out. And…

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Gemini Things

Number One:

Aggressive

Outwardly cold

Upfront about negative feelings

Can only play guitar

Less reserved about lying

She ended up with the belt and the hat

Street-smart

Punk rock

Number Two:

Sensitive

Likes people/overly friendly

Positive and perky

Can only sing

Lies in the form of story-telling

Slightly longer hair and wears a headband

Clumsy and ditzy

Not the sharpest spoon in the knife drawer

Soft rocker, classic rock