STILL LIVING A LIE

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WARLOCK
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this world's a battle ground
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<br>Warlock sat quietly in one of the soft chairs that decorated the Admin's office. She rested her head against the wall and watched as person after person entered and exited the doors. Each one was different and every time that door opened, she found herself curious to see what physical trait the next person would have that went against the images in her mind.


OPEN please rp with me ;u;
ooc. <3
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</div><br><div style="width:300px; height: 40px; background-color:#2c2c2c;"></div></div></center></div></div><center>CREDIT TO <a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=21048">DAMMIT JIM!!</a> OF CAUTION 2.0</center>