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  <title>Koharu Izaki</title>
  <subtitle>Koharu Izaki</subtitle>
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    <name>Koharu Izaki</name>
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  <updated>2011-12-19T00:09:06Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:7992</id>
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    <title>19 // Action!!</title>
    <published>2011-12-19T00:09:06Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-19T00:09:06Z</updated>
    <category term="screw mayfield"/>
    <category term="event: beginning to look a lot like chri"/>
    <category term="christmas is coming and it sucks"/>
    <category term="who is liet"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="who is sora"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5720 Cunningham Lane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backdated--Post meeting Lithuania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu stayed inside for the rest of the day, not wanting to risk meeting one of the doppelgangers of Sora or Lithuania...Trust them to do that. To leave and sacrifice themselves. Stupid selfless knights.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Oh shoot she's crying again&lt;/small&gt;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5720 Cunningham Lane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She's staring at herself in the mirror. Staring. The tattoo on her chest is strange, something she's never seen before. She touches it and shakes her head. Why does it feel right though. She smiles at the sight for a moment and a flash of red hair, blue eyes, a smile--&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always a little bit stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Wait who?&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anywhere on the streets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She curled in on herself, stepping to the side if the person nearby was male. She didn't trust them, with how easily they hurt her. How easily they tormented her and how every male saw her as fair game. No one here had hurt her yet...but it was only a matter of time right? She dropped her gaze to the sidewalk to avoid their eyes and tucked her basket in closer&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:7480</id>
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    <title>18 // ACTION</title>
    <published>2011-12-12T19:33:05Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-12T19:33:05Z</updated>
    <category term="so happy happy"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="no one is broken"/>
    <category term="present time!!"/>
    <content type="html">[&lt;small&gt;It's that time, time for Koharu to break--nope. She will not be doing that, she has decided against it. Now is time to give out presents and pretend she's not still a little broken. Time to not think about the holidays coming up and how they will probably break her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORA: A red scarf with the word 'KNIGHT' in gold done in little letters at one end and a nice warm cape in a dark deep red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UKRAINE: A scarf in her flag's colors and her only hat in blue, a little lopside and off but she clearly tried very hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITHUANIA: A scarf in his flag colors! And a little package of cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIA: A long dark blue scarf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLAND: A long dark green scarf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUBA: A scarf in half green and half red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE ELSE SHE HAS CR WITH: A box of chocolate dipped cookies&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She's bustling along happily, she loves giving people gifts. She leaves the gifts on the step if no one answers the door knob but she waits quite a few minutes for someone to come to the door&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:6932</id>
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    <title>17 // Action</title>
    <published>2011-11-27T05:33:46Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-27T05:33:46Z</updated>
    <category term="make the mun cry it&amp;apos;s cool"/>
    <category term="cannibalfield"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="cry some more"/>
    <category term="cry"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt; OUTSIDE 5270 CUNNINGHAM LANE (open to all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She sifted through the rubble one more time, looking for the gun she had regained. No luck. Of course not. She sighed and glanced up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time to see a hatchet bury itself into a skull and a group descend on the person, hacking and mutilating the body. Her instinct to scream welled up and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself. They'd hear her if she screamed, just run. Run. Just run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did. All the way back into the remains of the house&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; BASEMENT OF 5270 CUNNINGHAM LANE (open to ANYONE in Ukraine's basement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She was curled up as small as she could in a corner of the basement, head on her knees, silently crying. First destruction, then--then that. She felt a sob well up and buried her face in her hands to cover the sound. She wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home.&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:6771</id>
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    <title>// ACTION</title>
    <published>2011-10-25T15:49:26Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-25T15:49:26Z</updated>
    <category term="save sleeping beauty"/>
    <category term="snark sarcasm pass ag"/>
    <category term="yuki in koharus body"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="podfield"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; 5720 Cunningham Lane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu is cheerful and sweeping off the front porch. That is nothing new, right? Even in events she can be cheerful and happy. Of course, she seems a bit too cheerful, a bit too sarcastic when it comes down to actually speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't she look just the same when she's smiling and sweeping&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; ELSEWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She skips along, leaning down to talk to a little girl playing in the park who appears to have fallen in the mud&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't worry sweetheart, it's not as if anyone cared about your dress. It's just a rag anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt; AT A POD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;What we have here is a pod. A pod with a girl in it. A pod with a girl in pajamas sleeping away unaware of her podperson out there ruining her good name with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you save her from gooey green sleep?&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:6644</id>
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    <title>15 // Action!</title>
    <published>2011-10-10T15:45:47Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-10T15:45:47Z</updated>
    <category term="mayfield jooobs ;a;"/>
    <category term="home again"/>
    <category term="skinned knees and bruised elbows"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="skating along and wham"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;DINER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu just got a job. What job? Well running around rollerskates of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her glide along uncertainly for a few feet before crashing to her knees just outside the door&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh...oh no. [&lt;small&gt;That poor burger and fries. Never stood a chance&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She made it to your car! This is a feat&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Did she even get you the right order?&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She's sitting outside the diner looking thoroughly exhausted. She unlaces her skates one at a time and rummages for her proper shoes&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-This is such a strange job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Examines a scrape on her elbow&lt;/small&gt;] I think I need skating lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She has bruised knees and a few scrapes on her arms but appears otherwise to be intact.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ukraine? Do you know how to skate?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:6336</id>
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    <title>BOWLING...or something</title>
    <published>2011-09-06T05:03:53Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-06T05:04:22Z</updated>
    <category term="ogod she is trapped in a bowling alley"/>
    <category term="event: summer lovin&amp;apos;"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She blinked. And blinked again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turned in a circle, Ohgod where was she--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who was this&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I really wish Mayfield would give me warning...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:5908</id>
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    <title>14 // Phone; Action</title>
    <published>2011-08-25T03:26:12Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-25T03:28:28Z</updated>
    <category term="sad sad koharu"/>
    <category term="post murderings"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="post event"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PHONE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very sorry to anyone I shot last week. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Action:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kitchen (For Ukraine)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu spent much of the last week in her room or out in secluded parts of the park. So when she finally sat down at the table across from Ukraine, she barely spoke, just whispering&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...I--I understand if you'd rather I not stay around much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Porch (For Sora)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu stepped out, on her way to check the mail when she saw Sora standing there&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...O-Oh hello Sora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The following options are open to anyone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;1333 Benny Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She knocks on the door, waiting uncertainly. She threatened him, why would he talk to her now&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu is walking around silently, lost in thought and looking a little upset. Contrary to her usual behavior, she doesn't smile at her friends or acquaintances or even really notice them&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:5871</id>
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    <title>13 // Action</title>
    <published>2011-08-16T04:56:32Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-16T05:03:05Z</updated>
    <category term="dronededed"/>
    <category term="murder mode"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="event: cream of the cop"/>
    <category term="mayfield"/>
    <content type="html">[[&lt;small&gt;If you don't want your character hurt, this is probably not the best post. She will shoot at people!! Murder-drone Mode is activated&lt;/small&gt;]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANYWHERE IN MAYFIELD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She is happy, smiling, and toting a rifle in one hand and waving pleasantly at a drone child with the other. She stops to talk to a drone girl for a moment and then looks, smiling that bright shining drone smile&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a beautiful day in Mayfield, isn't it?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:5574</id>
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    <title>12 / / Action</title>
    <published>2011-07-31T02:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-31T02:52:18Z</updated>
    <category term="i belong to sora"/>
    <category term="what do you mean it&amp;apos;s creepy"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="stop stripping in public"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Action; Cunningham Lane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Her regain arrives a little late, wrapped in the usual box and she is quite confused to see it at first...She picks it up, rattles it, and then looks inside. Her gaze meets her own chest, framed within the borders of the polaroid and on it is her ownership symbol, the two overlapping Vs. She picks up the picture, confused by the intangible regain for a moment before she remembers Lithuania's scars. The soft burning on her chest makes her hiss and she presses a hand to where it must now be.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back? That's what I gained back from the town? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Unfortunately she is going to unbutton her shirt right there, just down to her cleavage to examine the mark that now rests on her chest&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no hiding that in a swimsuit would there . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Action; Shops&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;The 50's dresses she has in her closet tend to do quite a lot to cover the mark on her chest, not that she'd care either way. It's her precious proof of ownership and she is glad to have it back. It's the proof that Sora owns her now and she thinks that's the best thing in the world. However, she has managed to find the one dress in that closet, cut a little too low for most sensibilities, but still a fashionable summer dress. She has a basket in hand and is going up and down the street in front of the shops more for something to do than to really buy anything&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Action; Diner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;The diner is not somewhere she usually goes, but she peeks her head in out of curiousity more than anything else. There is only so much one can do to pass time and the pool was no longer an option. She took a hesitant step in and looked around more boldly&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:5342</id>
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    <title>11 / / Action</title>
    <published>2011-07-15T00:11:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-15T00:12:57Z</updated>
    <category term="loose lips sink ships"/>
    <category term="but truthful koharu gives tmi"/>
    <category term="event : speak up"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <content type="html">[Dated to whenever Ukraine is stuck at Liets]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Action; Cunninghame Lane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu is wearing her brand new Ukrainian style dress and looking a little anxious. She keeps mumbling things to herself and glancing at the people walking by. She bites her lip and glances back at her house. She really wants to tell her household about &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the things that happened at her school but she know she shouldn't. It would just make them upset. Yeah theyd just be upset. At least Ukraine was at Lithuania's house, far from Koharu's loose lips. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koharu glanced back again and started away from the house, trying to find a place to sit where it was quiet and secluded&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Action; Park&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Her first attempt is at the park, where one would find her sitting under a tree and staring up at the sky. She occasionally opens her mouth to speak to someone passing by and then has to struggle not to, dropping her eyes to the ground. She fidgets and gets up again, trying to head for another spot&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Action; 1333 Benny Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She hesitated at his door. Maybe she could keep her mouth shut and just smile and be happy for Ukraine. Maybe she wouldn't worry them. Maybe. She really hoped so. She knocked, glancing over her shoulder into the street and back to the street.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Um Lithuania? [&lt;small&gt;She opened the door shyly and peeked in&lt;/small&gt;] Lithuania? Ukraine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[[&lt;small&gt;If you don't want sexual abuse or TMI about Sora, just let me know somewhere in your first tag! Thank you!&lt;/small&gt;]]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:5088</id>
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    <title>10 / / Phone; Action</title>
    <published>2011-07-06T15:29:17Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-06T15:36:39Z</updated>
    <category term="clear skies for the lovers"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="tanabata"/>
    <category term="the fairytale they believe"/>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;FORWARD DATED TO JULY 7TH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;i&gt;Phone;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh--um Happy Tanabata everyone! Hope for clear skies and no rain for Orihime and Hikoboshi tonight, please. If anyone wants to do the paper wishes--I um...I'm doing it on the tree in my front yard! If anyone wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. &lt;i&gt;Action; Bakery and Shops; Midday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu is shopping for food to make a little party for herself and her close friends tonight. Of course she didn't tell anyone it was her birthday, so she just hopes they'll show up for Tanabata. Maybe. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks through the shop windows, distracted enough by what is inside and the thoughts in her head to run into people, small animals, and benches&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. &lt;i&gt;Action; Evening; 5720 Cunninghame Lane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu finished tying her wish on the tree and looked up at the sky. Clear for Orihime and Hikoboshi. She clapped her hands together in excitement.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be happy this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...[&lt;small&gt;Her face falls a little&lt;/small&gt;] I didn't really want to turn seventeen here...</content>
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    <title>9 / / Action</title>
    <published>2011-07-04T15:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-04T15:17:57Z</updated>
    <category term="event: fourth of july"/>
    <category term="why is she scared"/>
    <category term="dronefield"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="pretty sailor dresses for all"/>
    <category term="everything is perfect in mayfield"/>
    <content type="html">EVENT: 75% Droning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. 5270 Cunninghame Lane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu is hanging up a dozen American flags over her front porch. Where did she get these flags? Where did she get the streamer she is pinning up between them? We shall blame the drones and move on. She can't reach this one spot and she turns, looking for anyone to help with that pretty drone smile of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not even afraid of boys guys. Perfect Mayfield Koharu was never abused&lt;/small&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh could you help me, I just can't reach that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. Heading to the fireworks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt; She's changed into a &lt;a href="http://sailordress.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/sailor-dress-171332607858911090.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;pretty sailor dress&lt;/a&gt; for the occasion and is carrying a bag full of blueberry muffins. She looks so happy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except she catches the eyes of a boy and looks nervous for a moment--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she can't really remember why she should be nervous. Everything is perfect in Mayfield.&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:4516</id>
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    <title>8 / /  Action; phone</title>
    <published>2011-06-09T03:09:04Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-09T03:13:51Z</updated>
    <category term="home time"/>
    <category term="oh no droooned"/>
    <category term="baking baking"/>
    <category term="worry worry"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <content type="html">[&lt;b&gt;BACKDATED TO WHENEVER KOHARU WAS UNDRONED OKAY&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;b&gt;ACTION -- SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu came out of her droning halfway to the park, but--OH SHE WAS LATE FOR SCHOOL. She made it almost to the school--with a brief interruption to help a friend--only...to realize it was closed. Oh...Oh really how long had she been out?&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora must be worried...And Ukraine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Guess who's running back home, possibly into you&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. &lt;b&gt;ACTION -- HOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Once she's home, she calls out hesitantly&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone home, I think I've been...missing for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. &lt;b&gt;PHONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't worry anyone...I think I was..how do you put it, droned for a while. Is everyone okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;b&gt;ACTION -- EVERYWHERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;The next day Koharu has adjusted to being back and she has embarked on a MISSION. A mission to deliver baked goods to anyone and everyone she knows. If she has met you, even in passing, she is showing up at your door with a plate full of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to keep busy this summer SOMEHOW GUYS&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:4343</id>
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    <title>7 // Phone</title>
    <published>2011-04-01T04:28:27Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-01T04:30:24Z</updated>
    <category term="event: exit"/>
    <category term="missing home"/>
    <category term="sad koharu is sad"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="april fools bs"/>
    <content type="html">People died...The town was in ruins and we were forced to flee or die and it was just...for a joke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-What is April Fools Day anyways? And why put everyone through all that, open up the highway, give us a glimpse of home just to tear it away? [&lt;small&gt;sniffling&lt;/small&gt;] I-I thought I could be home and see Sora...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:3922</id>
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    <title>6 // Action;phone</title>
    <published>2011-03-14T16:48:27Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-14T18:26:15Z</updated>
    <category term="white day"/>
    <category term="what do you mean girls don&amp;apos;t give on whi"/>
    <category term="cookies and chocolates oh my"/>
    <category term="no more snow so pretty lawns"/>
    <category term="koharu cares not for gender and proper d"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="boo math"/>
    <content type="html">A. Phone;Action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108111236/28118049" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She had gathered her things to distribute for White Day when she noticed two little packages on her doorstep. She picked them up and brought them inside, momentarily distracted from her venture out into the world to deliver things.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;O-Oh is this chocolate? She peers into the box for a nametag or something but nothing there...She blinks and blushes and then looks in the other one. This one has a white bear and a collection of cookies.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Is this all for White Day? [&lt;small&gt;what how, now she can't reciprocate and they don't have names! How is...She just blushes and goes to the phone&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Thank you to whoever gave me something for White Day. Ah, both of you! Thank you very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. ACTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108790345/28118049" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;The following people got small packages of white chocolate for White Day in the early morning with notes that generally express her dismay that she didn't get the chance to give chocolate on the proper day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keiichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koyomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Lithuania and Ukraine both get boxes of chocolate chip cookies dipped in white chocolate for Ukraine and dark chocolate for Lithuania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki got a box of white chocolate truffles dipped in dark chocolate with a cute note about leaving one for Sora, you know, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spot her carrying a large bag around the town, catch her leaving them on your doorstep (even if they are not for you), or just find them there post delivery!!&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101466232/28118049" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She's sitting on the front lawn, a book open on her lap and a white bear, closed box of chocolates, and an open box of cookies sitting on a handkerchief on the grass beside her. Ever so often she scans the area, just in case the angels aren't really gone and goes back to her math homework&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She nibbles a cookie and scribbles in her notebook. Would you like to ask her for a cookie, peer at her math homework which looks suspiciously covered in doodles around the margins, or steal her treats and/or bear&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:3539</id>
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    <title>5 // Action; Phone</title>
    <published>2011-03-07T13:48:51Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-09T00:44:57Z</updated>
    <category term="ogodwhy"/>
    <category term="event : weeping angels"/>
    <category term="so freaking scared"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="aaaa angels aaaa"/>
    <content type="html">**Now with more options for creepiness**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ACTION]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Handwaving an encounter with the angels, you might find Koharu running down the street at full tilt, scared witless from MOVING STATUES. Sure none had tried to grab her or kill her and she's not entirely...sure they moved, maybe she was imagining it, but fight or flight definitely kicked in]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She probably ran into you or bumped into you with just a quick muttered apology. MUST GET HOME.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PHONE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a little early for allergies? [&lt;small&gt;rubs her eyes, it feels stupid to talk about statues moving in the safety of her home&lt;/small&gt;] Maybe I just got something in my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;It's later that day, she's stumbling through the town, catching sight of her arms and legs in windows and having small freakouts at what she sees. She can't stop rubbing her eyes, it feels like sand, so much sand and it won't stop. She curls up in a nook between two shops, crying and whimpering at how she can't move, she's stone, just stone. That is, until she dies. Now she's just a little dead girl stuck between two shops&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PHONE: THE NEXT DAY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-did...a-anyone else die...[&lt;small&gt;She has all of her curtains closed because that will help really. Her voice trembles and occasionally breaks off into sobs. She's never died before.&lt;/small&gt;] What are those things?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:3327</id>
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    <title>4 // Phone; Action</title>
    <published>2011-03-03T23:00:44Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-03T23:06:45Z</updated>
    <category term="white day"/>
    <category term="two chocolates to give"/>
    <category term="what do you mean what&amp;apos;s white day"/>
    <category term="running running smack"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="delicious foods"/>
    <content type="html">A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PHONE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little early but is anyone else doing something for White Day? ...I wasn't home for Valentines Day and she probably won't be here for White Day, but--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah is there even anywhere here to buy things for White Day? [&lt;small&gt;She sounds uncertain&lt;/small&gt;] &lt;small&gt;I can just make white chocolate for them, I suppose.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ACTION]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;For all she said it was early, she's already gathered some supplies and will be making TEST BATCHES of said chocolates. As she's never made white chocolate before. But she's rounding the corner and smacks right into you, chocolate, marshmallows and jars of sprinkles scattering over the ground&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah--I'm sorry!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:2407</id>
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    <title>3 // Action</title>
    <published>2011-02-17T15:38:37Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-17T15:38:37Z</updated>
    <category term="awkward blushing times"/>
    <category term="lost again"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="mayfield"/>
    <category term="post event"/>
    <content type="html">1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Koharu's sitting in the living room, smoothing out a handmade Lithuanian flag on her lap and blushing so so so very much. She has a box of chocolates beside her and she just picks at the stitching on the flag. Then she shakes her head again, blushing so much more&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-Why did I do that...I...[&lt;small&gt;She shakes her head and buries her face in her hands&lt;/small&gt;] What would Sora think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;She's carrying a small bag and wandering down the streets one by one, glancing up at the street names. She's...lost again. She never quite remembered to pay attention to WHERE streets were in relation to one another. She even ends up by the shops and the park at one point&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I remembered...[&lt;small&gt;uncertain look around&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:2153</id>
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    <title>2 // Action</title>
    <published>2011-02-14T14:32:33Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-14T19:09:49Z</updated>
    <category term="event : a better place to love"/>
    <category term="event"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="mayfield"/>
    <category term="ogosh the awkward cute"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[She's never gotten a regain before, having just lived here for a few days, but the package sits on the counter until she's done with breakfast and making her lunch. And it still waits there, as she puts the dishes away and gets ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she finally opens, she almost drops it. Why didn't he look familiar, her shy sweet knight who helped her in the road. Why hadn't she remembered meeting him in secret, he'd insisted secret because he shouldn't be there with her. But he still had been, holding her hand, kissing her softly. So sweet and kind, a man she finally trusted...How had she forgotten?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She grabbed her bento, thankful that habit had made her make too much for just one, and walked out the door in search of him]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-Lithuania? &lt;i&gt;[Of course she didn't know where to even start]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:1212</id>
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    <title>1 // Action</title>
    <published>2011-02-07T19:51:11Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-14T19:10:30Z</updated>
    <category term="home time"/>
    <category term="school time"/>
    <category term="mayfield ic"/>
    <category term="mayfield"/>
    <category term="first of many occasions being lost"/>
    <category term="arrival"/>
    <content type="html">1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[You know that bed that had a drone kid in it last night? It now has a REAL girl in it, all cuddled up in the blankets. And now that girl is waking up, blinking, and scrambling out of bed. Aaaaa--Ok calm Koharu. Calm.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-Where...&lt;i&gt;[looks around for her uniform, anything. After about 5 minutes of searching, she gives up and scavenges some clothes from the closet. She even takes the time to write an apology note to lay on the desk for whoever lives in this room. She knows it's not hers, right? RIGHT?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So residents of 5720 Cunninghame Lane, you are now looking at your new daughter/sibling creeping down the stairs trying not to wake anyone up]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101466241/28118049" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[She's bound and determined to find someone, anyone she knows, but she doesn't know where she's going. So it only takes a few minutes before she's lost, squinting up at road signs and looking back and forth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oh! Look it's a school, let's walk that way. That seems safe enough. She hopes.]&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willbeurweapon:584</id>
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    <title>[Applicaton for XI]</title>
    <published>2010-06-07T00:23:43Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-06T07:18:37Z</updated>
    <category term="xavier institute"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;- PLAYER INFORMATION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME:&lt;/b&gt; Terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGE:&lt;/b&gt; 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRONOUN OF CHOICE:&lt;/b&gt; She/her/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMAIL ADDRESS:&lt;/b&gt; terraminuit@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM SCREENNAME &amp;amp; MAIN PERSONAL LJ ACCOUNT:&lt;/b&gt; terra2point0 | terraminuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OTHER CHARACTERS:&lt;/b&gt; Hinata, Sakura, Matthew, Ruth, Hermione, Menolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESERVED?&lt;/b&gt;  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;- CHARACTER INFORMATION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME:&lt;/b&gt; Koharu Izaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CODENAME:&lt;/b&gt; White Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIES/SOURCE:&lt;/b&gt; Shitsurakuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGE:&lt;/b&gt; 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GENDER:&lt;/b&gt; Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCCUPATION:&lt;/b&gt; Independent: Superhero in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BACKGROUND:&lt;/b&gt; Koharu was born into the optimistically named neighborhood of Utopia. The neighborhood was nice on the surface but the Exa Clan had it under it's firm control. Koharu avoided their gaze for most of her childhood and spent most of her free time cooking, sewing, and doing the general girly things. Her mother was a strong believer in knowing one's proper gender role and subscribing to it completely. During the year she turned 13, her looks and kind nature finally attracted the attention of those in charge. Her powers were fairly useless but she made a good trophy for them and it afforded her family some protection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until a few years later that the attention turned her from merely a pretty posession into a potential sex object and one of the elite of the Exa Clan cornered her in the alley. Objecting was impossible, she had to obey, they had complete control over her after all. But at the last moment, a girl swooped in from out nowhere, in true hero fashion, and a fight broke out. Koharu didn't follow much of it at first and only really noticed that the girl had a glove and the ability to form a huge burst of light that apparently knocked out the villian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gratitude overwhelmed her and she ran to the girl who she found later was Sora, and pledged to dedicate herself to Sora. In return Sora pledged to protect her and after that, Koharu rarely left Sora's side. Sora's power made it possible for Koharu to help Sora in a more tangible way, giving her a rifle to fight with. Sora soon wanted to save as many people as she could from the Exa Clan and Koharu quickly made them costumes, barely masking their identities, and they took up codenames and began rescuing anyone they came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a little while later that they stumbled upon a girl wandering around, clearly out of place. She was Flonne and she became an irreplacable part of their group. Koharu quickly made her a costume as well and they kept rescuing, sending most of the others they saved to various safehouses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONALITY:&lt;/b&gt; Koharu embodies many of the so-called 'princess' ideals. She's pretty, kind-hearted, mothering, self-sacrificing, somewhat servile and a fairly good cook. While she doesn't trust easily persay, she trusts completely. She has faith in Sora and she takes a lot of her strength from that. She's clearly the type of girl who is destined to be a follower, not a leader. She likes helping others and takes a good measure of her self-worth from that. Her affection for those who help her is clear and she has no qualms about showing that affection. In fact she can be a bit too affectionate at times, but it's all part of her princess-ly charm right? &lt;br /&gt; She's caught up in Sora's quest for justice not because she has the determination to right wrongs, but because Sora does and she believes in Sora and her ideals with all her heart. Since Sora saved her, every action Koharu has taken has to further Sora's ideas and to make life easier for her. Whether that involves looking up things, cooking, cleaning or producing the psychic weapon for Sora when she is fighting, she has devoted herself entirely to her knight and will always defend what Sora does.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that she won't instruct Sora, more when they were first working out Koharu's weapon and Sora's technique for fighting, but she still gives direction and tries to make sure Sora is hurt as little as possible. She doesn't mind when the psychic backlash hits her though, because the pain is for Sora and can be beared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;APPEARANCE:&lt;/b&gt; Koharu has delicate features, long pale blonde hair and large deep purple eyes. She's curvy and busty, while still managing to have that tiny waist. She's very feminine and wears skirts almost exclusively. In other words, she's stereotypical princess in looks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POWERS:&lt;/b&gt; She has the fairly useless power being able to heal small wounds and bruises with her saliva. She also makes shoujo sparkles without noticing when the occasion calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYTHING ELSE?:&lt;/b&gt; asdkfsaf idek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;- RP SAMPLES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First-person sample:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I sort of wonder if anyone is actually watching this, technology is so strange.&lt;/small&gt; [&lt;i&gt;adjusts her mask and beams at the camera&lt;/i&gt;] H-Hello I'm the White Princess, part of the Justice Squad and we are looking for members, heroes who want to join us in saving people from villains! S--The Red Knight is our leader but she asked me to put out a message as well and whatever the Red Knight wants, I am happy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... [&lt;i&gt;pulls out a paper and glances over it&lt;/i&gt;] Mn. Oh right! If you'd like to join us, I will provide you with a costume and if you'd like, some method of concealing your identity. Like my mask right here! And...let's see...well thank you for listening, I hope you're interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third-person sample:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koharu  looked around their home with the air of a queen surveying her kingdom.  The clothes were washed and pressed, hanging neatly in the closet.  breakfast was on the table and lunchboxes were stacked neatly to one  side for midday hero patrols. It was time to check the internet for any  replies and then wake up Sora. Anything she could do to help, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One   quick email check later, she was walking into Sora's room and leaning  over her sleeping friend. A quick shake got no reaction so she leaned  over and whispered in Sora's ear, perhaps a little too close and a  little too affectionate, but she couldn't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Sora~ Time  to  get up~&amp;quot; The flailing that got was just too cute and she beamed in  reply to the sleepy confusion. Of all the people to save her, Koharu was  always thankful it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Breakfast then patrols? I'll see  you in the kitchen then!'&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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