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Please do not post here unless you are Caribou Creek or Midnight Romance! Plot: Undefined, it's a work in progress! Genre is friends to lovers/slow burn romance Character Sheet Name: Judas Creek Nickname: Jude Age: 18 Sex: Male Pronouns: He/They or He/Him Sexuality: Pansexual Religion: Undefined, but aligns mostly with TST or Athiesm -Personality- Judas upon first meeting may come off as standoffish and perhaps a bit rude. He doesn't typically value much conversation unless he is comfortable with your presence. Despite not often initiating conversation, he is truly a kind soul beneath the surface. He likes to poke fun and make people laugh, even if sometimes it's in a bit twisted way. He has a taste for dark humor, but doesn't show that publicly to anyone he isn't close with. He can be quite sassy and sarcastic when he wants to be, and it isn't hard to make him irritated. He isn't the most patient of men, and has a tendency to get antsy quickly. Judas has a certain charm that most people can't place. He's well known among the community to be quite the flirt, picking up short term partners frequently. He's never been in a committed relationship before, but secretly wishes he could have one. A charmer and a lover, Judas isn't picky with whom he spends a night in bed, but he is extremely particular about the person he would want to loyally spend his life with. He finds it hard to emotionally connect with someone on the intimate level he wants, and he tends to actively avoid that connection out of fear. With friends and people he feels comfortable around, he is lively and creative. He likes to go on spontaneous adventures, cause trouble and mischief, and explore abandoned places. On the other side of the coin, he also very much enjoys relaxing and chill conversations in small groups. He will gab about anything with anyone, and when it really matters he allows himself to be open and give good advice. Judas is extremely dependable. He is punctual, on occasion fashionably late. If he has been invited to an event, or has scheduled any sort of meet up, he will always go through with it. -Likes- -Urban exploration -Drawing, writing, and designing -Rain/thunderstorms -Music -Philosophy -Animals -Night -Black, blue, silver, purple -Nature -Dislikes- -Heat -Bright colors -Having to sit still -Studying -Broccoli -Appearance- Judas stands in at around 6'2. His build is a bit lanky and rather feminine, but fit. His hair is naturally wavy and raven-black, falling just below his ears. His skin is a warm tan, and his eyes are a bright golden-amber. His dark hair has streaks of copper-orange dye that makes his eyes pop. His face and shoulders are splattered with dark freckles, and a thin line of black eyeliner can often be seen outlining the corners and unders of his eyes. His hands are adorned with gold and black rings, and both of his ears are pierced. A golden chain necklace hangs around his neck at all times, and sometimes he can be seen with a black septum peircing. His neck, collar bone, and right arm are decorated in black-ink tattoos. It isn't uncommon for Judas to be seen wearing corsets outside of school. His most recognizable looks are often paired with a corset, boots, and chains. He is considered to be pretty eccentric compared to majorty of the male population at school. Although different, he is not bullied, but rather quite popular among a select group of people. -Bonus Info- -Oldest child (has a little sister) -Lives with a single mother and sibling -Kind of a geek -Probably needs glasses but refuses to wear them -Canine teeth are sharper and more pronounced than most people's -Aries -Big novel reader, but doesn't talk to many people about it |
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•Miriam Grey• Nickname: Mimi Age: 18 Sex: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual Religion: Agnostic
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A lively woman with a fierce soul. She loves to be the life of the party and engage in exciting activities and conversations. However, she's just as fast to start a fight if rubbed the wrong way. Shes always been known to live life a little wild.
While she's feisty with everyone, when it comes to her true friends she's the most patient and calm person. Rough housing and picking playfully is a part of her love language only a few individuals get to see.
Mimi is a huge flirt, often doing so without even meaning to. It's fun and makes life a little riskier and interesting. Her love life is no mystery. Shes taken many lovers, though her emotional ties were nonexistent. She's never had anything more than a fling and honestly hasn't had true feelings of romantic emotion before. It's not that she hasn't tried to love, it's just that she's never found anyone that she loved in that way.
When it comes to her friends, she's fiercely protective. She'd do anything for her friends, even going as far as hiding a body then assisting in the search if it ever came down to it. Mimi is also undyingly loyal and trustworthy. Her initial trust is easy to gain, but may whatever higher power help your soul if you break said trust because you'll go through hell getting it back.
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~Painting ~Snow/Cold weather ~Music ~Crocheting blankets ~Dark green, black, crimson ~Motorcycles and mechanical work •
•Dislikes• • ~Super quiet places ~Swimmimg ~Spiders ~Being still ~Being alone •
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Miriam is short, standing at 5'1" with a slim hour glass figure. If it wasn't for her matured body, one would easily mistake her for being much younger than she is. Her skin is smooth and porcelain in color with a beauty mark beneath the corner of her right eye being the only defining mark upon her body aside from tattoos.
In contrast to her pale skin, her eyes are a startling crystal blue with long, dark lashes. Her hair is a light blonde color with a deep shade of red playing peek a boo on the underside. Her hair falls to her mid back in gentle waves. Mimi can often be seen wearing ripped jeans or shorts with crop tops or silky tank tops of the sorts. When it's cold, which to her is often, she'll add a sweater to her outfit. Shes not much for wearing jewelry aside from the occasional dangly earrings and a silver ring. She does have her nose pierced, which she keeps a silver hoop in at all times.
As far as tattoos go, many of hers are just out of sight. She has her ribs, spine, and left thigh tattooed in black inc. When it comes to parties, her style takes things to another level, often adorning sequined dresses and a lot of glitter or the occasional skin tight leather and heels. Needless to say, she likes to draw all eyes to her.
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~Only child ~Lives with her father (her mother has passed on) ~ Probably parties way more than she should ~Can play piano ~Virgo ~Secretly a hopeless romantic |
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Voices, the solid thud of a base beat, and laughter were the sounds that made up the soundtrack of his surroundings. The room was mostly dim lighting, and speakers placed around the room radiated music on a constant playlist. Everyone was gathered in their own small groups, chatting, drinking, eating, laughing. Judas was leaned casually with his back against the kitchen island, his amber eyes observing the party. He cooly took a sip of the drink in his hand, before setting the cup down on the counter. His eyes moved back to the person he'd been silently watching all evening. Miriam Grey, the birthday girl. As usual, she was the center of attention, people gathered around her engaging in excited conversation. Most of the people at the birthday party were women, but there were a handful of guys here as well. So far it seemed everyone was getting along well, even if some people didn't know each other very well at all. Judas had remained fairly subdued this evening, unusually out of character. "Jude! My man, what are you doing here?" A friendly and familiar voice called out, pulling his attention away from Miriam. A smile lit up his face as he greeted the person who'd called out to him. "Christopher!" The two young men greeted one another with a polite fist bump. "Got invited to her party," Judas answered, tossing his head in Miriam's direction. "Not directly from her, but through word of mouth. Just showed up not too long ago. Haven't had a chance to talk to her yet." "Ah I see," Christopher said. "Haven't had a chance, or haven't gotten the courage?" He teased, flashing a grin. Judas rolled his eyes and chuckled, his gaze drifting back towards her. "Ehhh, a little bit of both, I suppose." he said. "Well have fun, man." Chris said, bumping his shoulder. "I'll be around. Come hang later if you can." Judas nodded, turning to finish off his drink before tossing the plastic cup away. He was dressed in a nice all black button-down with black ripped jeans, a black leather belt and clean dark tennis shoes. Silver and black rings decorated his hands, and his fingernails were painted a glossy black. His ears glittered with silver peircings, and a gold chain necklace thumped softly against his chest. A simple black choker decorated his neck. A slick black watch adorned his left wrist, and dark eyeliner cleanly accentuated his naturally brighter eyes. He waited several minutes for the group surrouning her shrank in number before casually approaching her. "Miss Gray," He greeted her, a teasing yet charming grin planted on his face. "I wanted to make my presence to your party known to you, as well as wish you a happy 18th." He dropped his formal act and stuck out his hand to her. "I actually don't think we've ever really met. I was told that I was invited but I just wanted to properly meet you in person." He gestured to her outfit. "Also worth mentioning you look stunning as always." |
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The dim lights combined with the techno-pop music that played made for the most exciting of places. Plus, a house full of people who were eager for her attention was right up Miriam's alley. The little blonde had made it her goal to make her eighteenth birthday the biggest party she'd thrown, and so far, it definitely was. She had managed to convince her father to let her have the house for the night. She'd been surprised when he gave in, but she was more excited to begin planning and inviting people. Half of the individuals present she'd never actually met. Of course, she made friends with anyone she got along with well, so the more the merrier.
In the center of the room stood Miriam with a red solo cup in her slender hand. She had a mild buzz that seemed to assist her in swaying to the song that played. Her finger adorned the simple silver ring that glittered with every hit of light while the stud earrings in her ears did the same.
She seemed to be enjoying herself, talking to whoever came up to her with the brightest of smiles on her attractive face. Miriam was taking selfies with some of the girls who had came up to her. Her body was covered by a glittery black mini dress that had a sweet heart neckline and an open back that showed off the moon phase tattoos that traveled down her spine. Miriam wore minimal makeup, with a dark rose colored lip and perfume that had a sweet honey scent.
Miriam had just spun around on the heel of strappy high heels when she'd heard a voice speak her name. Her blue eyes traveled up the lean body of the man who stood before her, a smirk playing at her lips.
"Mr. Creek," she played back, a giggle escaping her grasp. "Thank you. I'm so glad you were able to make it. It's always so nice to meet everyone formally," she admitted, placing her small hand into the one he'd offered out. His hand was cool, sending shivers up her arm in a lovely way.
"How sweet of you to say. I always try to make a statement," she smiled, her gaze moving up and down his length for a moment. "I'd have to say, you look quite nice yourself," she said, doing the same gesture he had.
Just then, a redheaded girl had came up and grabbed Miriam's arm holding an empty beer bottle. "Mimi! Come play spin the bottle with us!" She squealed, looking over to the group of guys and girls that surrounded a table.
A light seemed to spark in Miriam's eyes as she finished the drink she had in her hand and set it down with a nod. "You know I'd never pass it up," she teased before looking over to Judas. "You should come play too," she told him, throwing a flirty wink his way. She sauntered off towards the group, taking a seat on the sofa which had a couple of empty spots left. |
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Her giggle gave him an unexpected but gleeful shiver that ran down the entire length of his spine. Her hand slipped into his, skin warm and soft to the touch. "Thank you, truly." He said, his words dripping cooly from his tongue. "I can say with sincere certainty Miss Grey, that you have me quite charmed." Judas flashed her a grin and a quick wink. His voice was warm and somewhat deep, but carried a sharp and cool charm that many had fallen for, including some of the men and women attendees here at the party. He wasn't quite sure how much she knew about him or his reputation, but he certainly knew enough about her to know she seemed to be a risk taker and partier. From that alone, he knew he respected her. They both enjoyed those things, and that's as much as he needed to know about her to know that he would get along with her. Before he could say any more, their brief introduction was interrupted. Judas raised his brows at the game suggestion, but gave the girl a polite smile and nod as she walked away. His attention was quickly drawn back to Miriam as she spoke, and he lifted his chin as she said he should come play too. There was little to no hesitation on his end whatsoever, as he followed closely behind her. Attracted by both her beauty and her natural charm, he couldn't help but find himself interested. If nothing else, he was at the very least entertained by her presence and glad in her company. He calmly sat down next to her, casually taking the empty spot on the sofa closest to her. There were several long minutes of people slowly gathering around and taking to each other in hushed voices, finishing their conversations. Judas took this time to continue his conversation with her. "I didn't know people called you Mimi," he said quietly, his voice rumbling softly amongst the other voices in the room. "I guess I'm starting to realize how out of the loop I am in knowing who you are. I'm not sure how that happened, you've somehow managed to capture me hook, line, and sinker in a matter of what, five whole minutes?" He checked his watch and looked back over at her, returning her flirtatious wink from before to let her know he was half kidding, but also expressing truth. "I'm not sure if I should be charmed, impressed, or scared. But either way I guess what my point boils down to is that I'd love to maybe hang out sometime...with fewer people." He chuckled and took a look around the packed room. "Quite the party. That I AM impressed of." Finally, one of the girls in the room stood up and raised her voice to call everyone's attention. "All of you playing Spin the Bottle are here! We have taken all your names and put them in a hat. Gather in a circle on the floor, we're adding some rules." Judas moved to the floor, still next to Miriam. "We're combining 7 Minutes in Heaven and Spin the Bottle since no one could agree on which one to play. When it's your turn, you'll spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on you have to go into a closed room for 7 entire minutes. What you do is up to you, but at 7 minutes we open the door." Judas felt the familiar tingles of excitement, and looked around the room. There were lots of people here he'd never really met before. This could definitely get interesting. "Drawing names to see who goes first!" A few kids started thumping the floor as a drumroll, as the girl sifted through the hat of names. She pulled out a paper and called, "Judas Creek!" A few giggles spread through the circle, and he made eye contact with a girl he'd had recent relations with. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away, hiding a grin. He looked down briefly before looking at the game leader. "I give up my turn to the birthday girl," he said with a grin. "She should get the first spin, it's her big day." |
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Miriam was rather intrigued by Judas. There was something about him that had kept her hooked. They'd had a few classes together throughout the years, but they had never tried communicating. She was however friends with a couple of his acquaintances, whom she had instructed specifically to invite Judas and whoever else might would come. She didn't know much about him, but she'd secretly had her eye on him for a while. She knew he seemed like he'd be right kind of interesting for her and something told her they'd get along just fine. As they sat on the couch together, Miriam turned her attention back to Judas. "Oh yes. It's a little nickname I picked up over the years. Not many people call me that, but I don't mind it," she explained, her voice soft and smooth like butter. "That is my specialty, and I have to admit, you seem like quite the catch," she giggled, not missing the wink he'd returned to her. A sense of excitement hit Miriam when he mentioned hanging out, only in a smaller setting. "Now that could be arranged. I'm always down for... hanging out," she said, choosing her words carefully. Of course, they had a whisper of 'read between the lines' to them, but Mimi did truly love to hang out. "Thanks! I made it my personal goal to throw my biggest party yet for my birthday. I was quite pleased to see so many people show up," she admitted, her eyes raising to scan the room for a moment. Miriam moved to the floor, not being shy as she stuck close to Judas. As she sat, her dress revealed parts of the butterfly tattoos that traveled up her thigh. Her gaze settled on the girl who had stood and began speaking the rules. 7 minutes in heaven AND spin the bottle? This ought to be fun. She bit her lip, listening eagerly as they called who would be spinning first. Judas. Or so she thought. Miriam smiled over at him, a hint of blush playing at her cheeks. "Awwe aren't you the sweetest!" She said, taking the glass bottle that the girl had handed her. She put it in the center of the circle before giving it a swift spin with the flick of her thin wrist. Everyone seemed on edge as they watched the bottle spin and spin. Finally, the bottle began to slow, making its stop on none other than Judas. A few "ooo's" and giggles filled the air and Miriam couldn't help but smirk. "Okay! Looks like Judas is our lucky guy this round," the same girl said as Miriam turned her gaze to him once more. "Looks like we'll be getting to know each other a little faster than we thought," she teased, looking for his reaction to being the first one to be chosen by the bottle. |
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Judas raised his brows a little as she told him she'd love to hang out sometime. He flashed her a charming smirk, feeling a little surprised at how flustered that made him. He nervously reached up, fiddling with his earrings. "Well you certainly met your goal, I would say." He responded. "I know when I heard about it I wasn't going to miss it." As they slid gracefully to the floor, Judas couldn't help but spot a flash of her tattoos on her thigh. He refrained from commenting, but made a mental note to compliment it later. He watched in anticipation along with everyone else as the bottle spun and spun, leaving the fate of two souls hanging in the air. Finally the bottle slowed and came to a stop, the neck making its journey's end pointed right at Judas. The young man stayed silent as a few "oohs" and giggles made their way around the room. He tilted his head down to share a moment of eye contact with Mimi as she spoke, and he held back a chuckle. What he couldn't hide however, was the flirting grin that lit up his face, his amber eyes twinkling in the room's lighting. "I don't see a reason to complain," He told her in a low rumbling voice. He slowly got to his feet, extending a hand down to help pull her up from the floor. An unused spare bedroom sat just around the corner, and Judas tossed his head in its direction, silently asking if that was alright. Walking into the room he pulled out his phone, setting a 7 minute timer. As soon as the door clicked shut, he hit time. He didn't bother to turn on any lights, so the only light in the room was from his phone screen, and streetlight beams peeking through the blinds of the window. It was by no means super dark though, enough light in the room to make out a decent amount of detail. With the seconds ticking by, he didn't exactly want to waste much time. "I'd like to compliment you on your tattoos," he said, nodding down to her thigh. "Forgive me for noticing." He shot her a friendly grin and ran a hand nervously through his dark hair. Judas took a peek at the timer before looking back at her, leaning casually up against the large wardrobe. "I guess if I'm being blunt I'd like to ask what the situation for us is going to be in here," He slipped both hands into his pockets, not wanting her to feel pressured into doing anything with him, even if it was just a kiss. He could feel his heart thumping heavier than what he considered to be normal in situations like this. What was it about her that made him so nervous? He quietly took in her features, admiring her beauty in the dimly lit room. The bed behind her had a single mattress and was stripped of everything but a single pillow and white sheet, and he made a mental note of everything in the room. He could feel himself growing excited, his nerves and lust building with each passing second. "We do have 7 entire minutes," He teased, taking another glance at the timer. |
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Miriam could feel her excitement grow as she and Judas exchanged a silent moment of eye contact. She wasn't sure why he riled her up as well as he did, but boy did she like it. "Good," she said softly, taking his hand as she got up. When he gestured to an empty bedroom, Mimi nodded in approval. She looked over her shoulder at the crowd they were leaving behind, a few girls giving her thumbs up and other teasing poked. Miriam rolled her eyes playfully and turned back to focus on following Judas.
As they entered the room, Miriam could feel the chills starting down her spine. For once she was a bit nervous, but she wouldn't dare let it show. Thankfully, the dimmly lit room helped her to hide her nerves.
Miriam grinned as he mentioned her tattoo, her hand instinctively brushing her thigh. "No need for forgiveness. After all, I do enjoy being looked at," she said, a playful dramatic tone to her voice. "I've got a couple more, but you have to search to find them," she added, her gaze taking its time looking him over.
The shadows of the room added to his mysterious and unique vibe he had going on. It some how managed to make his most attractive features stand out. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips when he leaned against the wardrobe. The sight made little tingles erupt through her body. Now that's a good pose.
Miriam was pleasantly surprised by his boldness, but it didn't take her long to snap out of it. After all, 7 minutes could fly when you're having fun. "Well, I don't know about you, but I don't want to just stand here," she teased, approaching him with a quiet click in her heels.
There were only meer inches between them as her blue eyes shined with lust and giddiness. "Especially when there's a perfectly good bed, right over there," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous kind of allure. "So if you feel the same way, how about we use all seven minutes in absolute heaven?"
Her head was tilted to side with her hair falling around her face. Her hand raised to tuck the loose strands behind her ear, her gaze never leaving Judas. He was much taller than her, even with her wearing heels. Her body brushed lightly against his as she moved closer, snaking a hand up against his chest.
Miriam could feel her heart pounding in her chest heavily, even more so as she found herself eager for a kiss on whatever more might happen. Having decided she couldn't stand to waste any more time, she tugged him down gently to where she'd easily beable to kiss him.
Miriam leaned in but didn't quite connect their lips yet. She hoped she wasn't misinterpreting what he wanted, which was why she wasn't completely jumping him. Yet. "Next move is yours, handsome," she told him, her voice barely above a whisper. |
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"Mmm, is that so?" He hummed in response to her tattoo remark. His eyes naturally fell from her face to her thigh once again. "I enjoy a good game of hide and seek." He smirked. She stood in front of him, her hands resting delicately on her hips. He fought the urge to grab her hips himself and pull her close, simply standing with his hands in his pockets and his eyes greedily traversing her. Outwardly he remained calm as she approached him further, her heels clicking softly. He let his gaze come back to her own, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Her voice was silky smooth, drawing him in, while her body kept him hooked. Her hand reached his chest as she lightly pressed herself into him. Her words dangled in the air, and a pleased grin slowly crept across his face, although he tried to stifle it by lightly biting his lip. His eyes fell to her lips as she pulled him down close to her, closer than he'd ever been. His heart thrummed furiously in his chest at her touch, her words teasing him like crazy. She was so addictive in every way, pulling him closer and closer simply by just existing. "You're a dangerous woman, Miss Grey," he whispered darkly, startled to hear that his voice was trembling with anticipation. A hand slowly left his pocket to softly wrap around her neck as he leaned in fully, their lips locking in an electrifying kiss. He gave them no time, his instincts trying to propell him forward with the limited time frame. "Now, about those tattoos..." he said softly, his heart in his throat. He swallowed back his nerves, grounding himself by letting his hand creep up the back of her neck, gently grabbing a fistful of her hair. He used it to pull her head back slightly to look fully up at him for a moment. His gaze searched her face before moving to the rest of her, his eyes slowly observing her. "Shall I search for them now?" He let a hand lightly caress her as he pushed his weight more into her, sending her stumbling a couple steps back so that she was nearly touching the bed. Judas leaned down to speak into her ear, his voice low and rumbling with lust. "Or shall we save that for a later date, when there's not a large group of people outside counting down the minutes?" He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing up and down her. He slipped a hand around her thigh and leaned forward, tipping her backwards onto the soft mattress. Standing up straight, he towered over her, running his hands smoothly down her front. "I personally don't mind either way," he said, shamelessly looking everywhere but her eyes for a few moments. "But god, you're beautiful." He whispered, lightly running his hand over the butterflies that decorated her thigh. |
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Miriam could feel the tension starting to rise more and more as she clung to every teasing word. She'd love nothing more than for him to play a game of hide and seek. It was the most risky kind of game that she desperately wanted to play. "I think I'd even enjoy a game of hide and seek myself," she said in reference to the tattoos on his body that she could partially see. A soft gasp exited her lips as his hand rose to her throat, "Dangerous indeed~" she whispered, his voice making her shiver. She completely gave herself over to him when he'd kissed her, her hands gently grasping his shirt. She was trying not to be too eager, but her body was urging her on faster. "Mmhm," she hummed, bitting her lip as his hand pulled on her hair. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, carefully stepping back as his weight egged her on. "I wouldn't mind you searching now," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. The excitement was making it hard for her to control herself, especially as he began kissing on her neck.
Miriams body arched into him, a shy moan slipping out. A deep blush tinged her cheeks, her lips parting to speak. "I say let it happen.. This is too good to stop now," she told him, squealing as he tipped her backward onto the mattress. She bit her lip, a grin appearing as she looked up at him.
Miriam liked the way he was looking all over her body and his touch sent electricity shooting up her thigh. "You really think so?" She asked, her hand tracing down her dress. When she reached the bottom, she couldn't help but pull at it, showing off the last of the butterflies that rested on her hip.
"I think that all those people outside know what's about to go down, and in my opinion they can find another room to finish their game in," she told him, now sitting up. Her hand ran from the side of his leg then to his stomach, slipping her hand beneath his shirt. Her hand was warm against his skin and she purposely kept her touch light. She wanted to keep him on edge. To tease him and make him want more just as she did. Miriam wasn't one to beg, but at that moment she considered it. |
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