mo bamba | MEETING

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] New (bi)week, new meeting. Stryker was already on stage and prepping for his performance with annoying vocal exercises as he paced the circumference of the area. The lion really didn't have much to do this meeting besides speak. For gods sake, if he felt like it, he'd even sing it! Truly, the ardent was out of ideas when it came to it, but decided to proceed with a boring and long-winded speech anyways. It seemed professional... Yuck. With a sigh, he paused mid-stage. Finishing his practice, the lion let out a roar to call attention to his fellow Pittians. It was (regrettably) meeting time!

//short post as we wait

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© lexasperated

I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The lioness came over with a plop.

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WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

© LEXASPERATED

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

If Stryker hadn't been practicing his vocal exercises, Caesar wouldn't have realized that it was going to be meeting time soon. But seeing Ninazu make her way over and plopping down, the demon figured that this was Stryker's call for everyone to gather for a meeting. It's better than that damned horn. Caesar thought to himself as he came over, taking a random seat somewhere.

#psychosocial.

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Going to post this tomorrow if no one else decides to comment.

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Going to cancel this meeting due to the lack of responses and news anyways!