Lexus
Ten Thousand Club
A Letter from an Editor:
To the "diehard fans" Izzzy thinks have been reading drafts of this roleplay when we started it however many years ago, I hope you've enjoyed the development and progression of these characters over time. We genuinely appreciate your readership if you do exist. (I, being the skeptical human I am, believe I only ever put these words into cyberspace for Izzzy to read. Opps). But audience, if you are out there, I lava you and contribute the need to develop these lovely couples to their full potential for your entertainment. You rock! If you're a member who is over us recreating and drafting the same plot over and over again, I don't blame you in the least, I hope it was fun for you while it lasted. If by chance you're one of the lucky few of Izzzy's friends who have searched endlessly for our platform, well, you found it...
Before I begin the final draft of what I consider my literary baby, I would also like to thank Izzzy, (IF I HAVE TO CALL YOU IZZY ONE MORE TIME), for at first being my creative co-writer, and over the years, becoming my anchor and inspiration for something that has become more than just a roleplay to me. Thank you for being my best friend. I can't wait to conquer the world with you just like we have in our fictional reality. (See embarrassing picture of us below. We lowkey think y'all have waited for proof that we are best friends. Lollllll Bel is going to kill me when she sees this but oh well, once upon a time she had embarrassing selfies on here so fight me.) All sentimental feelings aside, here is the final saga of the Crazy Clan.
~Lexus
UPDATE: 7-27-18
Jk we're making draft four lol. I'll link it below when the thread is a thing.
Link here:
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The summer heat in Texas was unbearable. I thought once I graduated and moved out of Florida, I would move someplace in the northeast where I could bask in what any normal Floridan would declare an unforgiving winter. This was one of the few times I was wrong about my life plan and how I thought it would go, but it was wrong in one of the best ways.
I was a recent college grad whose only aspiration for herself was to become a journalist to help better the world for the people who lived in it. During my four years in college though, I often doubted if journalism was the best path for me to take, even though I decided at the ripe age of six what I was meant to do with my life. I often faced the scrutiny and disapproval of both society and my dearest family members of how disheartening becoming a journalist would be. There was one person who despite all the negativity, never let me stray though, my best friend, Isabel.
Our friendship was alarmingly instant and effortless. We met at a summer conference in New York for students interested in communications. She came from Texas and I from Florida and after realizing how much we had in common, we spent the week together at the conference and by the end, we were both almost depressed to part ways back home and exchanged numbers and talked nearly every day until I made my way back to Texas for her high school graduation two years after. The two of us made a pact that we would become journalists together and eventually birth our own journalistic empire where we could reform the news and give it a better quality name. We were looking to make an impact on the world to make up for our not-so-glamourous uprisings.
By the time I entered college, I knew I wanted to keep the pact we made at the start of our friendship and pave the way to our empire, so I agreed to take an internship in Texas while Isabel finished her last two years of college. It would give me the opportunity to start our savings account for the company and better yet, the chance to move closer to her and see her everyday.
Not to anyone's surprise but my own, when my internship finished and graduation rolled around, I was offered and happily accepted the offer to work full time in the same newsroom where I completed my internship and was now a breaking news reporter in Dallas. It was a stressful first position, but I knew I had to work my way up the top to get to where I wanted to be and to start out as a breaking news reporter would be an impressive start to my professional portfolio. It would showcase my ability to work under immense time constraints and stress and give me the opportunity to flash my potential leadership skills to the people who needed me to take charge on any particular day given the news cycle. I loved my career, so far, it was everything I hoped it would be and getting to see my best friend nearly every day was am added bonus. I was excited for her, she was going into her last year and had many prospects as a beginning photojournalist,
Walking through my apartment door after a long day at work, I wasn;t surprised to find that Isabel let herself in and was unpacking the contents of a plastic bag that I assumed to be from a Chinese takeout and was undoubtfully delighted at the possibility. "Yes," I answered excitedly in one syllable without any former context, that's how she would know the day was rough, "I'm ready, how are you?" I asked in an exhausted sigh throwing my bags on the chair beside us and slouching into the my side of the couch where a glass of wine had already been poured and I didn't hesitate to sip. My editor had me spend the day writing news briefs on crime reports and I never did like talking to law enforcement, they never wanted to give out the basic information, I always had to pry and after arguing with my sister the night before over money, I didn't have the patience to handle cocky Texas officers. I was just trying to do my job and do it well enough to make a good impression on the right people. But right now, I was two sips and four bites deep into my red wine and orange chicken combo while I listened to Isabel vent about her own stressors for the day.
isax
To the "diehard fans" Izzzy thinks have been reading drafts of this roleplay when we started it however many years ago, I hope you've enjoyed the development and progression of these characters over time. We genuinely appreciate your readership if you do exist. (I, being the skeptical human I am, believe I only ever put these words into cyberspace for Izzzy to read. Opps). But audience, if you are out there, I lava you and contribute the need to develop these lovely couples to their full potential for your entertainment. You rock! If you're a member who is over us recreating and drafting the same plot over and over again, I don't blame you in the least, I hope it was fun for you while it lasted. If by chance you're one of the lucky few of Izzzy's friends who have searched endlessly for our platform, well, you found it...
Before I begin the final draft of what I consider my literary baby, I would also like to thank Izzzy, (IF I HAVE TO CALL YOU IZZY ONE MORE TIME), for at first being my creative co-writer, and over the years, becoming my anchor and inspiration for something that has become more than just a roleplay to me. Thank you for being my best friend. I can't wait to conquer the world with you just like we have in our fictional reality. (See embarrassing picture of us below. We lowkey think y'all have waited for proof that we are best friends. Lollllll Bel is going to kill me when she sees this but oh well, once upon a time she had embarrassing selfies on here so fight me.) All sentimental feelings aside, here is the final saga of the Crazy Clan.
~Lexus
UPDATE: 7-27-18
Jk we're making draft four lol. I'll link it below when the thread is a thing.
Link here:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The summer heat in Texas was unbearable. I thought once I graduated and moved out of Florida, I would move someplace in the northeast where I could bask in what any normal Floridan would declare an unforgiving winter. This was one of the few times I was wrong about my life plan and how I thought it would go, but it was wrong in one of the best ways.
I was a recent college grad whose only aspiration for herself was to become a journalist to help better the world for the people who lived in it. During my four years in college though, I often doubted if journalism was the best path for me to take, even though I decided at the ripe age of six what I was meant to do with my life. I often faced the scrutiny and disapproval of both society and my dearest family members of how disheartening becoming a journalist would be. There was one person who despite all the negativity, never let me stray though, my best friend, Isabel.
Our friendship was alarmingly instant and effortless. We met at a summer conference in New York for students interested in communications. She came from Texas and I from Florida and after realizing how much we had in common, we spent the week together at the conference and by the end, we were both almost depressed to part ways back home and exchanged numbers and talked nearly every day until I made my way back to Texas for her high school graduation two years after. The two of us made a pact that we would become journalists together and eventually birth our own journalistic empire where we could reform the news and give it a better quality name. We were looking to make an impact on the world to make up for our not-so-glamourous uprisings.
By the time I entered college, I knew I wanted to keep the pact we made at the start of our friendship and pave the way to our empire, so I agreed to take an internship in Texas while Isabel finished her last two years of college. It would give me the opportunity to start our savings account for the company and better yet, the chance to move closer to her and see her everyday.
Not to anyone's surprise but my own, when my internship finished and graduation rolled around, I was offered and happily accepted the offer to work full time in the same newsroom where I completed my internship and was now a breaking news reporter in Dallas. It was a stressful first position, but I knew I had to work my way up the top to get to where I wanted to be and to start out as a breaking news reporter would be an impressive start to my professional portfolio. It would showcase my ability to work under immense time constraints and stress and give me the opportunity to flash my potential leadership skills to the people who needed me to take charge on any particular day given the news cycle. I loved my career, so far, it was everything I hoped it would be and getting to see my best friend nearly every day was am added bonus. I was excited for her, she was going into her last year and had many prospects as a beginning photojournalist,
Walking through my apartment door after a long day at work, I wasn;t surprised to find that Isabel let herself in and was unpacking the contents of a plastic bag that I assumed to be from a Chinese takeout and was undoubtfully delighted at the possibility. "Yes," I answered excitedly in one syllable without any former context, that's how she would know the day was rough, "I'm ready, how are you?" I asked in an exhausted sigh throwing my bags on the chair beside us and slouching into the my side of the couch where a glass of wine had already been poured and I didn't hesitate to sip. My editor had me spend the day writing news briefs on crime reports and I never did like talking to law enforcement, they never wanted to give out the basic information, I always had to pry and after arguing with my sister the night before over money, I didn't have the patience to handle cocky Texas officers. I was just trying to do my job and do it well enough to make a good impression on the right people. But right now, I was two sips and four bites deep into my red wine and orange chicken combo while I listened to Isabel vent about her own stressors for the day.
isax
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