The Proper Role-Play

I stood shivering in the frozen wasteland. Being from LA, one would think I'm being chilled out of my mind, but the trembling of my body is from fear, not cold.

"Wh-where am I?"
 
Marcus goes into local bars hiring 20 mercenaries with the last of the money he stole from the stoor and impresses all of them with his skill with a magnum
 
OOC

Remember, 3-4 sentences or more.

BIC

I teleport beside Smighter.
“How's my favorite leader of the Elves?” I asked, running my hand through my hair.
Man, I wish my hair was curlier...
 
OOC

hai


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I stare uncomprehendingly at the cat... Thing in front of me.

I guess I look pretty pathetic in my soffees and tank top. I didn't feel the cold however, and I could do nothing but stare at the talking cat.
 
Stares back "Do you want to get warm or not? Follow me, if you want a shelter." turns around and pads towards My house, "The Snow makes it look so pretty around here" I murmur as I start to form back into a human.
 
OOC
Cos YOU get off fan fiction. All you do is the same. >.> So, it's not cute and feather doesn't have a 'strike' Because it's just a scribbled line in your brain. If you have one.
 
OOC
You're telling FeatherHunter to get off fan fiction. You went to HIS thread and said he had a strike. Feather doesn't have a strike, for it's only a single scribbled line in you mind.
 
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