SOMEONE'S WATCHING & RECONSTRUCTING PLANS, OPEN
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[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]It was about time that he devised up a plan to bring more defense around the apartment complex. They needed to be fortified in order to avoid any unexpected attacks. The costco was already equipped with defenses, surrounded by metal and wooden planks that were tightly pact together to form a perimeter around it. It would be difficult to get in without someone knowing the ins and outs. But, he needed to focus on keeping the apartment complex seeming like a home away from home. "Attention, please. I'd like to do some constructing around the apartment complex. Make it safe but also feeling homely. Any volunteers?"

[ ok so basically!! im gonna give out little prizes for everyone who make 20 posts of their character helping out in this thread! it must not be consecutive, wait for someone to post before you ]


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[align=center][size=8pt]Advay approached quietly, his dogs around him, and he himself looking rather...drained. He was doing a lot around here, as many people weren't around any longer to help. He was becoming rather pessimistic, if he said so himself. His after thought of that previous statement was 'as if they'd done something while they were around. He didn't want to feel that way, but exhaustion and overworking made his brain. "What kind of constructing," he muttered, sniffling slightly. He needed a day off...but then who would patrol the borders, and take care of his dogs? Who would make sure everything was well with the trading? The thought of it made his head hurt, and he lifted a hand to put his fingers against his forehead, trying to will it away. "You want like...a fence? Some flowers?" He'd been around Wolfbite long enough to know what he could and couldn't say; his stutter was nearly gone around Wolfbite, though anyone else...the thought made him anxious in and of itself.


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