
August 2nd, 2024, 05:24 PM
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I'm so lost ;v;
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Join Date: Apr 2024
Status: Food, food is on my mind because I am hungry
Gender: ✭|she/her; but I don't mind being called by any pronouns :'3|✭
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Re: AMISSA MUNDI. — Main Roleplay
|[Location: The Motel; a room (the one Ezra is in)]|
≪ 〘Fabien DuPont〙 ≫
he/him | 18 | “ouais, en français”
Another lovely day, in this amazing hellhole filled with such wonderous individuals who were all so happy to be here. Yep. Totally. Fabien however, unlike majority of the people he talks too, actually enjoys this new world. Sure you have to barter to get food and “les mondes en feu”. He quite enjoyed the thrill. Much better than his basic life before this. He did miss his home though, oh douce France how he wished to be there again.
Finally he sat up and stretched, rising from the chair he had been lounging in; it was broken and ridden with holes. Something he had scavenged for and gifted to himself. It doesn't count as stealing if someone left a perfectly good couch in a house with a window that was already broken- Fabien walked out of his designated room and roamed the hallways in search of company. Any company, life was quite boring alone. His footsteps always interrupted by what sound like a heavier or more of a stomp. That was his new leg- what did they call it a prothétique??? Running blade, yeah that. He found this baby during one of the riots, no need for crutches anymore! Though he has come to believe that these types of prosthetics weren't meant for walking....oh well.
Eventually Fabien neared a door that stood slight ajar, the Frenchman took a few steps forward peering through gap into the room where he saw the mechanic sitting. Working most likely. Without announcing his presence, Fabien entered the room and peered over at what Ezra was writing. Eat, work, sleep? That was a pretty sad routine if you ask him. "You forgot to write visiting the incroyable et génial Fabien and saying bonjour" Fabien spoke teasingly letting his presence be known, a smirk plastered on his face stretching the burnt skin across the right side of his face. Still uncomfortable but something his learnt to live with. It was time for his favourite part of the day, annoying Ezra becuase he can.
translation:
- les mondes en feu = world's on fire
- oh douce France = oh sweet France
- prothétique = prosthetic
- bonjour = hello/good day
- incroyable et génial = Amaizing and awesome
Tags:
- Ezra ( @ollie )
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