Post by Katie Bell on Jun 20, 2015 23:39:44 GMT -5
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"It's 25% off the cover price" Katie answered him, watching as the shackles on his wrists were taken away. The first time, it'd made her nervous, even though she knew he wouldn't hurt her - he a was a brute but he wasn't that stupid. "Sentencing?" Was he really so hopeless? he hadn't been nearly as bad as the Lucius Malfoys and Rodolphus Lestranges, surely. They couldn't blame him for being sucked into what his father believed - it was nurture versus nature. He had saved her - that should count for something! Katie didn't think, somehow, that Marcus was as bad as he wanted to be. She couldn't figure out why he wanted to be called bad, but even still - he wasn't so bad.
They'd never talked about it - the fact that he'd saved her, the fact that he was in prison, or (for that matter) the fact that he had kissed her that night in the pub almost a year ago. They never talked about anything substantial, which she supposed was the most helpful thing for him. She knew it had been helpful for her when she was in what felt like a hopeless situation. His visits had given her some semblance of something to look forward to. It was a little disheartening that hers didn't do that for him. Maybe she should have listened to her gut and not come, as opposed to her misguided sense of loyalty.
Katherine Riley Bell
Basics
| Full Name: Katherine Riley Bell | Nickname: Katie, Bell |
| Age: 19 | Birthday: 22/09/78 |
| Bloodtype: halfblood | House: former Gryffindor |
| Year: Adult/Alumni | Home Town: Portree |
| Sexuality: heterosexual | Loyalty: DA/Order |
| Wand Wood: Cherry | Type: Canon |
Appearance
| Eye Color: blue | Hair Color: blonde |
| Height/Build: 1.78 m, athletic/slim | Play-By: Martha Hunt |
In a word, Katie could be described as 'average'. Not because she's not pretty, and not because she doesn't have a banging body - she's very pretty and her body is in peak condition - but because she's very plain. You won't catch Katie Bell wearing a dress, or any shoes that aren't really comfortable. And on that note, it's rare that she puts on makeup, but if she does it's usually just a bit of mascara to match her lip balm. You'll also never see Katie wearing jewelry. After nearly dying from a certain cursed necklace, she's weary of all jewelry, despite knowing that it's a bit foolish to feel that way. More often than not, Katie isn't even wearing jeans, but rather some sort of spandex or legging. She spends most of her time on the pitch training, and when she isn't there she's either at home, with friends, or working out - so realistically her wardrobe reflects that. On the rare occasion that she does have to dress up, she isn't the girl wearing bright colours but the one in a neutral, usually black.
Personality
| Likes: quidditch/flying, cold butterbeer (never warm), running in the morning, starchy food - potatoes, pasta, chocolate, autumn, competition, dogs | Dislikes: dresses/high heeled shoes, firewhiskey/drinking in general (she can't handle her liquor), reading, quiet, the dark, House elves (they creep her out) |
| Best Traits: athletic, determined, kindhearted, forgiving, friendly, witty | Worst Traits self-deprecating, fool hardy, short-sighted (in terms of planning, not vision), no leadership skills, overthinks things |
| Quirks/Habits: can often be found braiding and unbraiding her hair., picks her hangnails | BEST Class: charms WORST Class: potions |
| Patronus: penguin | Mirror of Erised: herself on the English National quidditch team |
| Dementor: the feeling when she touched the Opal Necklace through a hole in her glove; second only to the way it felt to wake up alone in St Mungos with no idea where she was and why | Boggart: Katie's biggest fear is getting pregnant. She worries she wouldn't be a good mother and is fearful of her career being put on hold. |
Katie is hopeless, in a lot of ways. She’s borderline obsessive - and once she gets an idea into her head she single-mindedly tries to achieve her goals, whether in quidditch or otherwise. Smart mouthed and sassy, she has a quick wit but isn’t particularly book smart. She’s kind hearted and self righteous - priding herself on being on the ‘right’ or ‘good’ side as often as she can be. She's a runner, though, and while when she has a goal, she works hard to achieve it, sometimes when the going gets tough, this girl gets going. It's not something she's incredibly proud of, but it is what it is. She never backs down from a dare or a challenge, and is incredibly foolhardy at times.
The best way for Katie to learn and understand is by being taught through kinetics - if she can physically do it, or touch it, it makes more sense to her.
Overall, Katie is a fun girl. A bit of an extrovert, she likes being at parties or being the center of attention - though always makes sure to take time to herself, as she needs to recharge. She’s incredibly resilient and tries hard to maintain relationships with those she cares about, but is also stubborn and unforgiving when someone crosses her once too many times.
The best way for Katie to learn and understand is by being taught through kinetics - if she can physically do it, or touch it, it makes more sense to her.
Overall, Katie is a fun girl. A bit of an extrovert, she likes being at parties or being the center of attention - though always makes sure to take time to herself, as she needs to recharge. She’s incredibly resilient and tries hard to maintain relationships with those she cares about, but is also stubborn and unforgiving when someone crosses her once too many times.
History
| Bithplace: Portree | Current Residence: Wizarding London |
| Parents: Caroline Parrish/49/pureblood/housewife Victor Bell/51/halfblood/quidditch player (keeper, retired) | Siblings: N/a |
| Others: n/a | Pet: small owl, tawny, named Toots |
You come into the world on a quiet, chilly September morning. Your mother is a beautiful woman who has been through a world of pain. Your father isn't there. He's been busy, out playing quidditch for Appleby Arrows. You don't realize until much later that this isn't a normal occurrence. You stop crying when your mother holds you - but only briefly. Even as a child, there is something that you crave that she can't provide. No one knows what it is until your father (sweaty, and with dirt caked under his fingernails) holds you to him.
You're a quiet baby, really - but you often cry for your father. Cry and cry and cry - until either you fall asleep, or he arrives. It drives your mother wild. Eventually you grow out of the crying - but the sadness remains. You love the winter, because there's no quidditch, and that means that your dad is at home. At least, most of the time. Sometimes he doesn't come home. You always wait - you wait by the door until your mother sends you to bed - and then you wait by your window on the second floor.
By the time you're five you stop waiting by the door. By the time you're seven, you stop waiting at all. You spend a lot of your time reading about Quidditch, though - so when he does come you have something to talk to him about. You know more about quidditch by the time you're ten than most people learn in their whole lives. History, plays, statistics - you learn it all.
Starting Hogwarts isn't as much of an adjustment for you as it is for some people. You meet twins on the train - both red headed, both hilarious. They're a year above you, but really only a few months older. The biggest problem with your Hogwarts career is this - you immediately become friends with people in the year above you. Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina - they're all barely older but a year above, and that's tough. They're also all on the quidditch team, once trials happen - and they're lucky because a bunch of people who'd been on the team graduated the year prior - including the older brother of the twins. Once they're all on the team, you start spending more time with your other friends. Leanne doesn't like quidditch, and you find that kind of refreshing - since it's been your whole life to this point, and now that you're friends with most of the quidditch team (and they abandon you just like your dad did, for every single practice).
Leanne is assigned as your potions partner, which you are grateful for - you quickly find out two things: that you're rubbish at Potions, and that Leanne is a good friend. The two of you just sort of float through the year. You like that no one really pays you much mind. Being nameless and faceless is great - and no one has caught on that your dad is a player, yet.
No one, that is, except Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor keeper and captain. It's mid way through the year when he realizes, and though Alicia is the reserve chaser you start being invited to practices. You get noticed, then - and it inspires ire from someone on the Slytherin team, who mocks you mercilessly. His name is Marcus Flint - and you hate him, because he's ugly and mean. But he's an excellent player, and you find your eyes glued to him during matches. You've never felt the weird feeling in your stomach before, but you feel it every time he's close - even when he's mocking you or accusing you of having a crush on Oliver.
You never correct him, or anyone. The next year, you're put on the team. You, and Alicia, and Harry Potter. You're so excited. And beyond that, your father is pleased with you. He writes you daily for a couple weeks. You've never had this much contact with him and you're incredibly excited about it. Every time his owl arrives in the Great Hall, you beam. Flint starts teasing you about your "secret relationship" - which he assumes is with Oliver. You glare, then roll your eyes. At 12, you're beginning to get hardened to the teasing from the Slytherin team. But besides all of that, there are people who have it worse. Harry, for example, who is like the brother you never had in a lot of ways. You feel protective of him, even though you aren't particularly close. You, Fred, George, Alicia and Ange step in in front of him whenever possible.
Your father stops writing daily and starts writing weekly. You're disappointed, but you take what you can get.
In your third year, you're on the team again - and you join the duelling club, because Leanne has a crush on Gilderoy Lockhart. You don't really understand why - he's too... well, pretty. You end up paired with Flint, and while you expect him to be unfair, to use something awful - he's actually pretty sportsmanlike, and smiles at you (despite the bad teeth, this makes that weird feeling in your stomach come again). It gets cut short quickly, and you leave with a scathing remark so you remember not to respect him. You go back to the common room with Leanne, trailing a bit behind Fred and George, Alicia and Ange - they're all going on and on, and you're a little dazed. Only Leanne notices you're being a little distant but you don't answer her questions about it. You shake off thoughts of Marcus Flint and go about your life.
Soon after, both Marcus and Oliver graduate - you're left without having to deal with the butterflies in your stomach, and you're done with being taunted about your supposed crush on Oliver. You keep your head down, for the most part. You play quidditch and let Hogwarts be your way of hiding from what's going on in the world. There's a false sense of safety at Hogwarts, and though you believe Harry you try not to think about the terrible things going on in the world. It's not a good way to live, and you know it. You're terrified, but you let the twins convince you to join the "Army" that Harry is starting. You trust him. You're willing to learn.
Oliver owls you religiously, every week, to talk about being on the Puddlemere reserve team. You really appreciate the contact - that he's making time. It's a very different thing than your own father had done when you were a child. You appreciate that more than anything. Things are going along as normal when it happens: you're in Hogsmeade with Leanne, one of the first visits of the year. You don't know what happens after you hit the loos at the Three Broomsticks.
You do, however, remember being in St Mungo's. For six months, you're stuck in bed. It hurts to move, it hurts to blink. You hate everything about being there. Sometimes, Oliver comes and listens to other teams' games on the wireless with you. Sometimes, your mom comes and brings sweets. The twins visit you and try to make you smile - laughing hurts, but you love their visits anyway. The girls visit, too. You like seeing them. Your dad comes once, and looks really torn up. He says nothing, but he stays and watches you for an hour or so before he leaves.
There's one other person who visits you, and you don't understand why. Your interactions have always been strained, and really he has no reason to be there - but every Sunday night for six months Marcus Flint visits you for an hour. The first couple of times, he brings you copies of Quidditch Weekly. The next couple, he brings those, and actually speaks to you. You talk about the world - about each other, about nothing. At first, it's confusing - because why is he there? - but then, you realize you look forward to his visit most of all. When he visits on Christmas, he brings you a gift. You protest, and he tells you to shut up. You smile. He's given you tickets to one of his games in the summer - he plays on the Falmouth Falcons, which is exactly the right team for him, you think to yourself. You protest again once he gives you the tickets. He tells you, in no uncertain terms, that you'll be better by then. It's a challenge, so you work hard to beat it.
You don't know how you got here and you don't care. You just know you need to get out of St Mungo's. Which is why you're adamantly working on your physical therapy - and regaining your strength. Flint keeps visiting you. Teasing you that if it was him, he'd have been healed by now. It spurs you on, and you're released in time to play in the quidditch final against Ravenclaw. You're elated to have been on a cup-winning team three times - and even more so when you look past your former Gryffindor teammates in the stands and lock eyes with Flint, standing there with arms crossed and a little smirk on his face.
You're less so when Harry corners you to ask what happened. You feel terrible for not having an answer. He seems to have an idea and runs off - you let him. Leanne hasn't left your side since you got back. You're grateful for it, and look over at her once Harry leaves. She calmly reassures you. You reassure her, too. You know she thinks it's her fault.
Somehow, you manage to graduate on time. You go on a few trials for different teams and end up on the reserves for Pride of Portree. You're sure it's because of your father, but you say nothing but thank you, when asked. You run into Flint once in a while but he never properly looks at you. It's infuriating. You had grown attached to him, somehow, and now he's ignoring you. It makes you furious, so you approach him, drunkenly, in a pub. He ignores you, as he does, until you get too belligerent and he pulls your tiny frame into the men's bathroom, sealing the door behind him. He tells you to stop being an idiot - that he can't be seen with a halfblood. He shows you the tattoo on his arm… and then he kisses you. For a second you're frozen and confused. You're lost - and that stupid feeling comes back and you finally understand it and that makes you mad, so you push him away from you. He looks just as angry as you feel, and in your drunken state you unseal the door and run out of the pub.
In the months following your interaction with Flint, you spend all your time training and avoiding everyone. Your friends are so busy they don't notice, and you're living with Leanne, so she doesn't notice. It's almost seven months later when that damn coin on your dresser summons you. You and Leanne meet up just outside your bedrooms, and neither of you say a word. You apparate to the meeting point. Oliver, Alicia, and Angelina are already there. You each hug each other - and you notice Oliver seems like he wants to say something. You smile encouragingly, and ask him what's going on. He tells you he's missed you, and that when you both make it through this (he emphasizes 'when') you should see more of each other. You laugh, nervously, and nod.
You join the battle. You're terrified. You do whatever you have to - and you end up backed to a wall with a wand to your neck. You know you won't make it, but you don't know what to do. Your heart beats harder than it ever has before and you're about to beg for your life when the death eater in front of you falls to the ground, dead. You look up, eyes wide, and find a very familiar set of eyes looking back at you. He's saved your life. You run, because that's what you do. And before you get very far you find that things have ended. Leanne hugs you harder than you've ever been hugged before.
The war ends, and you separate yourself from everyone in the easiest way for yourself. You go back to Pride of Portree as a reserve and you live alone, citing a busy schedule to avoid seeing your friends as much as you should. Living alone is the best thing you could do for yourself. You're never lonely. You feel weirdly free. You never have to explain the attack, or talk about the battle, or run into people from Hogwarts - all you have to do is play. Your father doesn't even follow this league, so there's less pressure and more fun in it - you realize you love quidditch more than you thought.
Just before your 19th birthday, you secure a place on the Pride of Portree as a starting chaser. You're not sure it's where you want to be, but it's where you are, at least for now. You see your friends - it's been so long, they all coo, and you smile and laugh, and nervously fiddle with your hair. You don't know why, but you dread seeing them. George, especially. But you realize none of them blame you for hiding. And you start making an effort to be in their lives, while still keeping your distance. You laugh a lot. You're glad things seem to be getting better.
You're a quiet baby, really - but you often cry for your father. Cry and cry and cry - until either you fall asleep, or he arrives. It drives your mother wild. Eventually you grow out of the crying - but the sadness remains. You love the winter, because there's no quidditch, and that means that your dad is at home. At least, most of the time. Sometimes he doesn't come home. You always wait - you wait by the door until your mother sends you to bed - and then you wait by your window on the second floor.
By the time you're five you stop waiting by the door. By the time you're seven, you stop waiting at all. You spend a lot of your time reading about Quidditch, though - so when he does come you have something to talk to him about. You know more about quidditch by the time you're ten than most people learn in their whole lives. History, plays, statistics - you learn it all.
Starting Hogwarts isn't as much of an adjustment for you as it is for some people. You meet twins on the train - both red headed, both hilarious. They're a year above you, but really only a few months older. The biggest problem with your Hogwarts career is this - you immediately become friends with people in the year above you. Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina - they're all barely older but a year above, and that's tough. They're also all on the quidditch team, once trials happen - and they're lucky because a bunch of people who'd been on the team graduated the year prior - including the older brother of the twins. Once they're all on the team, you start spending more time with your other friends. Leanne doesn't like quidditch, and you find that kind of refreshing - since it's been your whole life to this point, and now that you're friends with most of the quidditch team (and they abandon you just like your dad did, for every single practice).
Leanne is assigned as your potions partner, which you are grateful for - you quickly find out two things: that you're rubbish at Potions, and that Leanne is a good friend. The two of you just sort of float through the year. You like that no one really pays you much mind. Being nameless and faceless is great - and no one has caught on that your dad is a player, yet.
No one, that is, except Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor keeper and captain. It's mid way through the year when he realizes, and though Alicia is the reserve chaser you start being invited to practices. You get noticed, then - and it inspires ire from someone on the Slytherin team, who mocks you mercilessly. His name is Marcus Flint - and you hate him, because he's ugly and mean. But he's an excellent player, and you find your eyes glued to him during matches. You've never felt the weird feeling in your stomach before, but you feel it every time he's close - even when he's mocking you or accusing you of having a crush on Oliver.
You never correct him, or anyone. The next year, you're put on the team. You, and Alicia, and Harry Potter. You're so excited. And beyond that, your father is pleased with you. He writes you daily for a couple weeks. You've never had this much contact with him and you're incredibly excited about it. Every time his owl arrives in the Great Hall, you beam. Flint starts teasing you about your "secret relationship" - which he assumes is with Oliver. You glare, then roll your eyes. At 12, you're beginning to get hardened to the teasing from the Slytherin team. But besides all of that, there are people who have it worse. Harry, for example, who is like the brother you never had in a lot of ways. You feel protective of him, even though you aren't particularly close. You, Fred, George, Alicia and Ange step in in front of him whenever possible.
Your father stops writing daily and starts writing weekly. You're disappointed, but you take what you can get.
In your third year, you're on the team again - and you join the duelling club, because Leanne has a crush on Gilderoy Lockhart. You don't really understand why - he's too... well, pretty. You end up paired with Flint, and while you expect him to be unfair, to use something awful - he's actually pretty sportsmanlike, and smiles at you (despite the bad teeth, this makes that weird feeling in your stomach come again). It gets cut short quickly, and you leave with a scathing remark so you remember not to respect him. You go back to the common room with Leanne, trailing a bit behind Fred and George, Alicia and Ange - they're all going on and on, and you're a little dazed. Only Leanne notices you're being a little distant but you don't answer her questions about it. You shake off thoughts of Marcus Flint and go about your life.
Soon after, both Marcus and Oliver graduate - you're left without having to deal with the butterflies in your stomach, and you're done with being taunted about your supposed crush on Oliver. You keep your head down, for the most part. You play quidditch and let Hogwarts be your way of hiding from what's going on in the world. There's a false sense of safety at Hogwarts, and though you believe Harry you try not to think about the terrible things going on in the world. It's not a good way to live, and you know it. You're terrified, but you let the twins convince you to join the "Army" that Harry is starting. You trust him. You're willing to learn.
Oliver owls you religiously, every week, to talk about being on the Puddlemere reserve team. You really appreciate the contact - that he's making time. It's a very different thing than your own father had done when you were a child. You appreciate that more than anything. Things are going along as normal when it happens: you're in Hogsmeade with Leanne, one of the first visits of the year. You don't know what happens after you hit the loos at the Three Broomsticks.
You do, however, remember being in St Mungo's. For six months, you're stuck in bed. It hurts to move, it hurts to blink. You hate everything about being there. Sometimes, Oliver comes and listens to other teams' games on the wireless with you. Sometimes, your mom comes and brings sweets. The twins visit you and try to make you smile - laughing hurts, but you love their visits anyway. The girls visit, too. You like seeing them. Your dad comes once, and looks really torn up. He says nothing, but he stays and watches you for an hour or so before he leaves.
There's one other person who visits you, and you don't understand why. Your interactions have always been strained, and really he has no reason to be there - but every Sunday night for six months Marcus Flint visits you for an hour. The first couple of times, he brings you copies of Quidditch Weekly. The next couple, he brings those, and actually speaks to you. You talk about the world - about each other, about nothing. At first, it's confusing - because why is he there? - but then, you realize you look forward to his visit most of all. When he visits on Christmas, he brings you a gift. You protest, and he tells you to shut up. You smile. He's given you tickets to one of his games in the summer - he plays on the Falmouth Falcons, which is exactly the right team for him, you think to yourself. You protest again once he gives you the tickets. He tells you, in no uncertain terms, that you'll be better by then. It's a challenge, so you work hard to beat it.
You don't know how you got here and you don't care. You just know you need to get out of St Mungo's. Which is why you're adamantly working on your physical therapy - and regaining your strength. Flint keeps visiting you. Teasing you that if it was him, he'd have been healed by now. It spurs you on, and you're released in time to play in the quidditch final against Ravenclaw. You're elated to have been on a cup-winning team three times - and even more so when you look past your former Gryffindor teammates in the stands and lock eyes with Flint, standing there with arms crossed and a little smirk on his face.
You're less so when Harry corners you to ask what happened. You feel terrible for not having an answer. He seems to have an idea and runs off - you let him. Leanne hasn't left your side since you got back. You're grateful for it, and look over at her once Harry leaves. She calmly reassures you. You reassure her, too. You know she thinks it's her fault.
Somehow, you manage to graduate on time. You go on a few trials for different teams and end up on the reserves for Pride of Portree. You're sure it's because of your father, but you say nothing but thank you, when asked. You run into Flint once in a while but he never properly looks at you. It's infuriating. You had grown attached to him, somehow, and now he's ignoring you. It makes you furious, so you approach him, drunkenly, in a pub. He ignores you, as he does, until you get too belligerent and he pulls your tiny frame into the men's bathroom, sealing the door behind him. He tells you to stop being an idiot - that he can't be seen with a halfblood. He shows you the tattoo on his arm… and then he kisses you. For a second you're frozen and confused. You're lost - and that stupid feeling comes back and you finally understand it and that makes you mad, so you push him away from you. He looks just as angry as you feel, and in your drunken state you unseal the door and run out of the pub.
In the months following your interaction with Flint, you spend all your time training and avoiding everyone. Your friends are so busy they don't notice, and you're living with Leanne, so she doesn't notice. It's almost seven months later when that damn coin on your dresser summons you. You and Leanne meet up just outside your bedrooms, and neither of you say a word. You apparate to the meeting point. Oliver, Alicia, and Angelina are already there. You each hug each other - and you notice Oliver seems like he wants to say something. You smile encouragingly, and ask him what's going on. He tells you he's missed you, and that when you both make it through this (he emphasizes 'when') you should see more of each other. You laugh, nervously, and nod.
You join the battle. You're terrified. You do whatever you have to - and you end up backed to a wall with a wand to your neck. You know you won't make it, but you don't know what to do. Your heart beats harder than it ever has before and you're about to beg for your life when the death eater in front of you falls to the ground, dead. You look up, eyes wide, and find a very familiar set of eyes looking back at you. He's saved your life. You run, because that's what you do. And before you get very far you find that things have ended. Leanne hugs you harder than you've ever been hugged before.
The war ends, and you separate yourself from everyone in the easiest way for yourself. You go back to Pride of Portree as a reserve and you live alone, citing a busy schedule to avoid seeing your friends as much as you should. Living alone is the best thing you could do for yourself. You're never lonely. You feel weirdly free. You never have to explain the attack, or talk about the battle, or run into people from Hogwarts - all you have to do is play. Your father doesn't even follow this league, so there's less pressure and more fun in it - you realize you love quidditch more than you thought.
Just before your 19th birthday, you secure a place on the Pride of Portree as a starting chaser. You're not sure it's where you want to be, but it's where you are, at least for now. You see your friends - it's been so long, they all coo, and you smile and laugh, and nervously fiddle with your hair. You don't know why, but you dread seeing them. George, especially. But you realize none of them blame you for hiding. And you start making an effort to be in their lives, while still keeping your distance. You laugh a lot. You're glad things seem to be getting better.
"It's 25% off the cover price" Katie answered him, watching as the shackles on his wrists were taken away. The first time, it'd made her nervous, even though she knew he wouldn't hurt her - he a was a brute but he wasn't that stupid. "Sentencing?" Was he really so hopeless? he hadn't been nearly as bad as the Lucius Malfoys and Rodolphus Lestranges, surely. They couldn't blame him for being sucked into what his father believed - it was nurture versus nature. He had saved her - that should count for something! Katie didn't think, somehow, that Marcus was as bad as he wanted to be. She couldn't figure out why he wanted to be called bad, but even still - he wasn't so bad.
They'd never talked about it - the fact that he'd saved her, the fact that he was in prison, or (for that matter) the fact that he had kissed her that night in the pub almost a year ago. They never talked about anything substantial, which she supposed was the most helpful thing for him. She knew it had been helpful for her when she was in what felt like a hopeless situation. His visits had given her some semblance of something to look forward to. It was a little disheartening that hers didn't do that for him. Maybe she should have listened to her gut and not come, as opposed to her misguided sense of loyalty.
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| Alias: poise | Age: 25 (02/27/90) |
| Timezone: est | ur cool: tru. |
| Other Characters?: n/a | Codeword: lol there isn't one, just read the damn rules |
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