i'll love you to the moon and back, blanche's plot

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[atrb=border,0,btable] this girly right here is blanche. blanche is part-rabbit and is the most forgetful person you will ever meet. even so she's very happy and up-beat and can mostly be found all around. if she is staring at the sky confused she is most likely lost and needs help. she delivers your mail so don't forget to say hi. she's pretty dumb just saying and will believe just about any kind of shit you can come up with. abuse her however you like. this sucks because i am tired.	friends are nice and blanche likes meeting new people. she's met just about everyone at least once just by delivering their mail. blanche is like a bucket of fairy dust; she'll shower you with love and affection and make you feel like you're on cloud nine but the moment she forgets who you are you'll hit the ground pretty hard. don't get mad though because she keep your face in her notebooks. you can be just about anything to her just by telling her that's what you are. though the more time you spend with her the more likely she'll be able to actually turn you into a long-term memory. so hit her with your best shot.
if you want to be in a relationship with her either you've spent a lot of time with her or you want free sex. i mean seriously blanche can crush on people and it can survive her memory lapses but you either have to have a lot of patience or love her a lot to stand being around her for long. so crushes; one-sided or on both sides she'll doodle your name in her notebooks, flings, one-night stands and even a relationship if you want. just hit me up really.	she can get annoying real fast. most people get frustrated with her and just snap, then she'll cry and then she'll get mad and well it's a cycle crying blanche from then on. there are people who take advantage of her, from her point of view they aren't enemies but they still sort of belong here. i mean really you can hate her just as much as you love her. so this is my shitty rushed plot page that i will never bother to fix. plot on fellow rpers. i need a nap.
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A FLOWER IN BLOOM

BLANCHE LAPIN

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FEMALE

WHATEVER-SEXUAL

MAIL-WOMAN

BY TOKY @ GS

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[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=style,width:375px,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,middle][atrb=style,width:50px; text-align: center;] ❤	■ FIRST LAST - AGE - OCCUPATION - RELATIONSHIP But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
[atrb=valign,middle][atrb=style,width:50px; text-align: center;] ❤	■ FIRST LAST - AGE - OCCUPATION But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
[atrb=valign,middle][atrb=style,width:50px; text-align: center;] ❤	■ FIRST LAST - AGE - OCCUPATION But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
[atrb=valign,middle][atrb=style,width:50px; text-align: center;] ❤	■ FIRST LAST - AGE - OCCUPATION But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
[atrb=valign,middle][atrb=style,width:50px; text-align: center;] ❤	■ FIRST LAST - AGE - OCCUPATION But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
[atrb=valign,middle][atrb=style,width:50px; text-align: center;] ❤	■ FIRST LAST - AGE - OCCUPATION But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
[atrb=valign,middle][atrb=style,width:50px; text-align: center;] ❤	■ FIRST LAST - AGE - OCCUPATION But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.

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