christman 3559 Share Posted March 20, 2021 [!] A missive would be placed upon multiple walls, surfaces and frankly; wherever there was room. Hey, you! Yes, you! Are you an incredibly lonely woman?! A woman who is getting into her years, and is loveless? Well! Boy do I have an offer for you, My cousin, my dear wonderful cousin, Oliver Crowly. Is lonely, and has nobody to love. He is a wonderful ISA man, of Senior Corporal, with flowing brown locks and piercing green eyes. He enjoys. . . long walks on the beach, and smashing the heads in of rebel scum. For years now, he has toiled for the Empire! Now, how can we repay him?! With wife! With children! With. . . less loneliness. Now, I'm sure you're wooed already. But let me tell you this, chatty women get your chattering on! Because he is a brick wall. A literal brick wall. He is the perfect husband. At only 34, he's a catch! Please be sure you're not too much older, or too much younger. That'd be weird. He will say almost nothing, he will give you children, he will give you home, he will give you mina, and most of all; he will give you love protection. Contact me, Elisabeth Raven [[OOC: christman#2353/IGN: ImStuckInHell]] with your voluptuous responses. [!] Attached, would be an artists rendition of the man. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Armored_Ghost 38 Share Posted March 20, 2021 Oliver focused his gaze upon the flyer, swiftly brushing across the words placed within. Now with a blank stare, he simply spoke out to himself."I did not consent to this." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phoebe202 1057 Share Posted March 20, 2021 Elodie Abbot would read the flyer, and, with a mildly concerned look upon her face would whisper to herself. “Whoever has the idea of opening up some sort of matchmaking business and is capable of following through with it is surely missing out on a fortune.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TaytoTot 1587 Share Posted March 21, 2021 Benedetta picked up the flyer and laughed. "Awwe, a poor lonely ISA man. Sounds like the rest of them..." Her eyes focused on the poor drawing. "Well, this is just awfully sad that this poor women had to make flyers." She said, dropping the flyer and walking off, a smile of pure amusement on her face. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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