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Name: Jules Whittaker
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight..maybe..she's thinking
Looks: Bright purple/blonde hair down to her waist, blue-grey eyes, about 5'7" athletic build, has a tattoo running up her left arm and curves around her to her neck,( a vine of thorns and flames) has a scar cutting through the right side of her lip from a falling beam the fire
Outfit: Tall black boots usually paired with ripped jeans or shorts, usually has some sort of thrift shop shirt ranging from casual to cute, when she's feeling more comfortable, leggings or fabric shorts with a tank top or long sleeve depending on the weather
Personality: To be developed..but..loud, use to be outgoing, lashes out harmfully and sexually due to her killing her best friend/love of her life the year before, a word to describe would be dangerous and unstable
Reason for being in the asylum: Pyro-in-denial, accidentally killed best friend/love of her life in a fire she started, was later committed for severe depression and pyromania
Potential mutation(s): psychic persuasiveness
Other: (No clue)
(This is my character profile again bc I haven't been on for almost all of the rp)
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(shouts into the void Desvelarse where are youuuu)
(Same!! 1 less day of school so close to the end!)
(I believe I have 5 more days of school left)
( I don't have a clue just: very soon XD )
//lmao school ended on friday for me
(I still have eight days…. And finals….. Sigh)
(I've got all my finals this week rip)
(I wish you luck good sir.)
(I think i'm done with my finals, we just chill now I think)
(We're only missing one! Someone should Inbox him.. dramatic voice: I've gone without a roommate for too long!)
(we're actually missing Ca1iCa1 and Desvelarse rip)
(Oh.. "We're only missing two!")
//three lmao, I gtg, bye guys
(We're only missing three!)
(Bc I'm not a smart human..and bc I haven't been on notebook for that long..profile pics?? Can't find anything in settings..am I just blind? lol)
(You need to make a Gravatar account using the email for this site. That gives you access to pics.)
( Thank you wise one lol)
(go to your username in the top right, click it, go to user profile, click the default pic, and then make a gravatar account)
Kaz rolled over, reaching into the bag for the syringe and sitting up. He made another small noise, wincing at the pain starting to return to his body. He fumbled with the syringe for a moment before tossing it gently to the other bed. He tossed the bottle after it, the pills rattling loudly in the near silent room
(Ahhh sorry I’m here for a bit)
Vaughn didn’t bother trying to catch the syringe, because he would most likely get stabbed in the goddamn hand, so he let that fall onto the sheets by him. He did catch the pill bottle, setting it aside. He took out one of the vials of sedatives, filling the syringe about half way with the clear liquid. He wouldn’t hand over the vial to Kaz. Kaz might not want to give it back. After filling it, he tossed the syringe back over to Kaz, picking up the pill bottle and reading the label.
(How did the transport work? I'm a little fuzzy on the specifics, was it like a kidnapping or is it like they got in a van?)
Kaz, being the half-high dumbass he was, actually tried to catch the syringe. He thankfully missed, narrowly avoiding getting shanked in the hand. He reached up, feeling for the artery in his neck before injecting himself with more of the liquid. He sighed, setting the syringe in his bag and flopping back against the sheets as the drugs entered his system
“No more for the day after that. You take too much at a time and it’s gong to stop your goddamn heart,” Vaughn said, stuffing the pill bottle into his backpack for safe keeping.
"If this stuff stops my heart I would call it a win-win situation," he muttered, rolling to hug the pillow to his chest again. He felt like he was floating in a cloud of near euphoria, and it was pretty obvious in the way his eyes were half lidded and how sluggishly he was moving
