@CWPoofToxicRush
"Gotcha." She said, going to dig through her closet.
"Gotcha." She said, going to dig through her closet.
He rocked back and forth, humming loudly. John was never one to sit still.
"Let's summon some icons!" she said, running back with the box and dropping to the floor.
He leaned forward and pushed hair from his face. "Well, who're we gonna summon?" He asked Lucida.
"Bold of you to assume I thought this through." She said, deadpan. "Let's just pick some bands we like and hope for the best."
"Bold of you to assume I thought this through." She said, deadpan. "Let's just pick some bands we like and hope for the best."
He started giggling uncontrollably. "Let's summon Justin Beiber,"
"Fuck no. Plus, he is unfortunately alive." She said, setting it up.
"Aw damn," John giggled, touching the board. "You'd think ghosts would be a little less fond of communicating through a cardboard plate." He commented, pressing a thumb against the fraying edge. "Aren't most of these things normally made with wood?"
"Dude, it's some hasbro shit I got a Toys R Us to use as a Halloween decoration, it's not really the best quality." She placed her fingers on the triangle thing. "So, lets do this."
"My mom said the people playing move it but their brains dont make them aware of it," John spoke, doing as his childhood friend requested.
"You got a better idea?" She asked, closing her eyes. "Uhhhh… spirits? Ummm, can we have some guidance? We have no clue what we are doing. With this or our music."
John giggled a little, again. "Very professional.."
Lucida glared playfully. "You try then."
Lucida glared playfully. "You try then."
May I join?/
Id say yes!! You cool with it, CW?)
Lucida glared playfully. "You try then."
John cleared his throat dramatically. "Well, hallowed, glorious entities, I request kindly to.. elucidite your.. Advice." Elucidite wasn't even a word.
((Heck yeah!!))
"Dude, do you even English." She asked, laughing. "But, I mean, if you guys are really there, we'd love some help."
John laughed quietly. "And if Shakespeare's there, God help my english grade."
"Yeah, maybe that too. Or not. He's a bit of a dick." She said, shrugging
John lightly facepalmed. "Question! Is David Boey's son named big chungus?" Oh John. Your affinity for cringey memes is infinite.
Name: Iris Winters
Age: 16
Gender: Agender
Sexuality: Aromantic
Looks: Pale skin, black hair dyed purple at the end, brown eyes, is definitely still stuck in 2006, also fucking tall.
Personality: Iris is… An asshole, to say the least, they have a weird sense of humor and is a bit of a wannabe edgelord.
Plays: Sings
Fave Icon: Single By Sunday, a lesser known band but one that has some pretty damn good songs.
Other:
"Like I said, he's a bit of a dick." She said, dropping her head. "Feel free to kill him if you want."
Ooo! I love iris already 😂 )
"Jesus fuck, Lucy, am I that bad?" John pretended to be sorely offended, but as usual, he could never stop smiling.
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