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(Open) Emris sat in the small clearing in the woods, looking through all he clovers. He managed to find five four leaf clovers in under a minute. How lucky? Well, I guess it made sense. Luck kinda ran through his veins, right? He picks some more, smiling to himself. Wow. It was like they just appeared for him. He soon had a line of four leaf clovers up his arm. He smiled a bit until he was startled by (y/c). A few of the clovers fell off his arm and he goes to pick them back up, a small…

(Open) Emris sat in the small clearing in the woods, looking through all he clovers. He managed to find five four leaf clovers in under a minute. How lucky? Well, I guess it made sense. Luck kinda ran through his veins, right? He picks some more, smiling to himself. Wow. It was like they just appeared for him. He soon had a line of four leaf clovers up his arm. He smiled a bit until he was startled by (y/c). A few of the clovers fell off his arm and he goes to pick them back up, a small…

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eerie- although the subject's hands are arms are in good light, the face/head is obscured in an unsettling darkness and there are deep shadows along the visible skin of the subject.

eerie- although the subject's hands are arms are in good light, the face/head is obscured in an unsettling darkness and there are deep shadows along the visible skin of the subject.

Reminds me of the Thing from Addams Family//

Reminds me of the Thing from Addams Family//

totem pole.

totem pole.

“The bullets?” He motioned to the pile of empty cartridges on his table. “Load them up. If you can figure out how.” I gathered the bullets and the cartridges and returned to the bed, kicking off my boots and sitting cross-legged. I smoothed out the dark comforter so the boxes wouldn’t spill over. I opened one. The bullet heads were a gray plastic material. I held one up between my fingers. “I haven’t seen these.”--Thief

“The bullets?” He motioned to the pile of empty cartridges on his table. “Load them up. If you can figure out how.” I gathered the bullets and the cartridges and returned to the bed, kicking off my boots and sitting cross-legged. I smoothed out the dark comforter so the boxes wouldn’t spill over. I opened one. The bullet heads were a gray plastic material. I held one up between my fingers. “I haven’t seen these.”--Thief

School is gonna suckkkkkk

School is gonna suckkkkkk

Marilyn Manson - Musician//Painter//Actor

Marilyn Manson - Musician//Painter//Actor

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