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Butler-BlackCat
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"I have moved to ApricotVixen"
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Β Happy birthday! Β Β Hope you had Β a good one!
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Thank you! And I did have a good one! <3
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Thats great 
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It's July 22nd which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!
Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team
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Birthdays Team
This birthday greeting was brought to you by: ~KoudelkaW
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You guys are awesome and thank you again! 
My birthday was great thanks to my boyfriend and family!
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Happy birthday! I hope it is a great one for you. 
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Thank you! <3 And it was!
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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
FROM ALL OF US TO YOU.
WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY,
SO WE COULD PARTY TOO!
Happy Bday Shelby~<33333 >w<
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Hehe <3 <3 <3
thank you, Pepper~ <3333
I wish we could celebrate together too!
Epic party it would be!
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Hello!
Happy [early] birthday!
Wishing you a wonderful year, and may it be aΒ colourfulΒ and full of excitement!
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Hello and thank you! <3Β
I really appreciated it and the cake!
And have a good day!
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((Your welcome and thank you. c
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[[Sure thing ^_^]]
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((Cool. Would you like to start, good sir?))
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[[Oh God. I'm so terrible at starters....]]
Connor swung his leg off the front of his Davenport Homestead, resting his arm on his knee. He looked at all the forest around him, and how the land was starting to prosper with wildlife and people alike. Over the past few years, the place had grown very much. More people settled there. They farmed, and baked, and created art, all to sell for more land. Connor felt bad for the Native Americans that were being pushed East. Most of them had been turned into slaves. Connor was almost turned into a slave once. Just once. He refused to let it happen again.
Knowing the old shabby house could fall from underneath him at any moment, he climbed off and went inside. He ran his dark fingers against the crumbling walls and doors. He looked at all the places the old man, Achilles, used to sit. He smirked at the places he remembered Achilles hitting him with his cane. When he wouldn't listen in training, he would get a smack with it. That feisty old man was a father to the boy. Connor went to the man's bed, and brushed his hands against the soft sheets, "I miss you, old man..." he says, almost as if Achilles would respond. He patted the sheets and pulled a chair by the window of the dusty room. Connor spun the chair around and rested his arms on the "back" of it. He looked over the forests and farms with a small smile. It made him happy that people were finally at peace.
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Mary Jane was not at peace. Until the British stops invading the colonies, she was afraid she'll never see sleep again. Her father, the King of Britain, was trying to take back the lands. Even though, he and the men before him had done nothing with them. Never communicated. Nothing. Only send exports, expected the imports from the pilgrims, and that was it.
She grinds her teeth. She never could figure out how to start a mission. Investigate. Hunt. Eliminate. But where does she start asking questions? Who does she hunt? Who does she assassinate? Her head ache with over-thinking everything. She knew from the stories she heard from her Grandmother Elizabeth, who is a retired Master of the Sisterhood and retired Queen, about a assassin being in the waters of North Carolina and fighting Blackbeard. Maybe if she can find a Brotherhood Assassin, then (maybe) she could start her hunt.
She came upon a woodland area, but there was people settled here. Scattered about, but there was people. The Princess moved onto the trail with her horse and begin to ride into the land she found.
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Connor opened the window and leaped out. The people of the town are unfazed, because they well know who this man is. The man who fought for their freedom. They all stared as he went by, out into the plain forest. He climbed the trees, occasionally resting in their branches.
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She was tired from not being able to rest because of the so-called Rebels. They attack her every time she settled down to camp. Mary Jane leaned against the neck of her horse and begin to fall asleep to the soothing steady walking.
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Connor perked up, seeing this woman through the forest. He silently leaped from the tree, and hid behind others as he followed her. He was unsure what she was doing and why she was coming to this peaceful town.
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She jolted upwards from falling asleep. She can't let down her guard...but she's so tired. How is she going to fight if she's exhausted? She looked around to make sure she was still safe. She pulled her hood over her head to keep the sun from burning her eyes.
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He kept following her, sometimes getting right next to her in the trees. He jumped just over her and watched her pass under him. He leaps down, kicking her off the horse. Connor pins her down, tomahawk in hand, "Who are you!? What is your business here!?" He snaps.
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It happened in all of a minute. Her hood slides off of her head and she groans, "Ow...I am Mary Jane and I am tired...so looking for somewhere to sleep without getting attack in the middle of my sleep!" Her British accent probably doesn't help the situation since he looks like an Indian.
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His eyes widened at the British accent. He put the tomahawk against her throat, "You are not welcome here British!" He shouts.
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She struggles to get away from the sharp object, "I am a good guy! I came here to stop the British from taking over the colonies! I was sent here by the Queen before her passing! I am the Master of Sisterhood Assassin!" She couldn't grab any of her weapons. It was too much of a risk.
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"Why don't I believe you!?" He snarls.
[[Trust issues. Party of one XD]]
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((Understandable! xD))
She stiffen, "Let me gain your trust then. Please...just let me sleep. I am so tired. The Rebels and the British attack me when I try to rest or camp."
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"I don't blame them," he snarls.
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She struggles to get away from his tomahawk and his body, but she ends up laying on her belly, "Just let me sleep, stranger..."
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He snarled and stood up. He just gave her a disgusted look and walked away. Secretly, moving to the trees to continue watching her.
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She waited for him to leave before trying to get up. She used her horse to help her and slowly got back on the him. Mary Jane knew she was going to have a problem because of her accent. If only it was a little more Italian when she was spending time with her cousin in Italy. She touch her head and it felt sore, but nothing she can do right now. She moved her horse to go into the forest. Maybe she can camp near a river...if she doesn't get lost first.
The guy was horribly mean. The least he could've done was help her.
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[[Sorry, I was at a party with a few friends
Connor stopped following the girl and moved on with what he was doing. He leaped through the trees to a nearby river. He took his hood off and rested by the flowing water. Connor enjoyed the sweet, calming sound of the water and the movement of the trees. He put his hand in the cold water, feeling it flow between his dark fingers.
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((Its fine. I was with my boyfriend for dinner. haha
When she heard running water, she made the horse trot over to the river. They arrived a few minutes later to beautiful water. All the princess was hoping for was to sleep. She climbed down from her horse and grabbed her sleeping bag with a mosquito net over it and laid it on the ground. She grab her horse's reins and walked him over to a tree and tied it. She really did not want to God and his Mightiness too soon.
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[[And I just got back from a family day at the beach >.<]]
Connor heard the clop of a horses hooves coming to the river. He looked to see the girl fron earlier. He sighed. Always ruining the peace. He stripped down to just his pants and leaped into the water.
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Mary Jane heard a splash into the water and it was just when she was settling under her sleeping bag. She groans and turns to her other side to get comfortable only to lay on a rock. "Ow..." She climbs out of her sleeping bag. She strips her assassin robes off down to her shirt and pants. She moves her bag to the grass and starts down the river to see what that splash was.
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Connor popped up from the water, shaking it from his hair like a wet dog. He smoothed it back and floated for a short while. He folded his hands onto his chest and shut his eyes. He listened to the woods and the flowing water around him. A small smirk crept on his face.
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