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Post by Ashton McCall on Aug 3, 2014 21:11:53 GMT -6
"Ohhhh my god." Ashton fell against one of the chairs, closing his eyes. They'd just eaten dinner in their district floors and Ashton had just seen God. In the form of a creamy like...jam-thing? Peanut butter his mentor had called it. Anyways, he was a fan. He'd dipped everything in it, enjoying the way the flavor seemed to stick on the roof of his mouth. But he'd gotten his jar taken away, his mentor telling him to "get downstairs and make some damn friends". But Ashton didn't do friends.
Ashton glanced around, "I wish peanut butter was my token. Can that be my token." he said to no one in particular, clicking his tongue.
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Post by Taylor Shorthorn on Aug 4, 2014 1:35:18 GMT -6
There he was again.
Rosa had been avoiding her tribute mate a little since he had...seen her. But the situation hadn't played out as bad as it could have so she had managed to at least pretend she wasn't terrified he might just spill everything at the drop of a hat.
Oh crap he had noticed her. She had to say something. "Oh hey...you." She ventured.
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