Notebook Werewolf? (9/8... somehow)
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group
(Oh, just kinda introduce your character, have them wake up, do their morning routine, then have them leave the house to “go to work” [doesn’t have to be work, it could just be going to meet a friend or anything, I’m open to anything really])
language
Calista headed to her work place. It was really just a shop where she sold baked goods and all that good stuff. She was really proud of her accomplishments, and she hoped that one day she could open more stores like these. She hummed as she walked down the road, eating her granola bar. She stopped and talked to a nearby neighbor and then continued on her way.
Ollie makes his into his kitchen to start making some coffee. Coffee literally is one of the only things that helps him function through the day, especially after sleeping on the hard wood of the porch. As the coffee begins to brew, he stretches out his back on last time. He heads into a side room where he keeps all his books and looks at the titles. Nothing caught his eye at the moment so he decided to that after his morning coffee, he will go to the bookstore even though he was around five unfinished series.
school
Nina wasn't exactly a social butterfly, as her mother had always put it. Unlike her schoolmates, she had always preferred to keep to herself, casting glares at those who dared to come near her. Because of her attitude, it wasn't really that much of a surprise when the students started calling her names, like witch, or sorceress. Although, Nina didn't mind that much. She woke up to sunlight gleaming in through her bedroom window. Nina got up, and seeing as she wasn't in school anymore, there wasn't much to do around the small community she lived in. However, news had spread fast. There was a rumor that they had a werewolf living amongst them. Now, who could it be? Nina murmured to herself as she started making breakfast for herself.
Jacob considered breakfast. A shake of his head and he turned a different direction. It would be a slight detour, but he knew of a small cluster of berry bushes hidden in the woods. And the opening near them was right next to the bookstore, one of his favorite places in town. He would go there. Perhaps there would be new books, he thought with a small smile.
group
(Yo! This dead?)
language
(Sure looks like it.)