” Ms . Cᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ „

” Aʟʟ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀs ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴ' ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ . Pʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ , ʀɪɢʜᴛ ? „ #DBD #DBDRP #DBDOC #Deadbydaylightrp #MVRP #OC

(( plots anyone ? 👉👈

(( Yes 100% her fc.

(( AAAA HOW DO Y'ALL MAKE SUCH PRETTY LAYOUTS

(( ROSELYN SÁNCHEZ IS GOING TO BE HER FC :)

Paracetamol . Headaches . God , she wants them to stop .

SHRIEKING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS .

She's awake . Somewhat . Outside , lighting a cigarette and puffing away . What a calm way to start the morning off .

(( does anyone want to plot 👁👄👁 got very high muse rn

(( plotststs

Noted . She'll - Well , try .

She should really lay off the booze , huh ?

Well , as long as he ain't bothered by the stench - It seems like he's smelt things that were a lot more ... disturbing ! She'll cease with the questions about his cleanliness .

What about a hose . Or a tap . Or just SOMETHING . Does he not have a nose ?!?

. How do ya . Shower . . . . . Smelly -

Morning coffee and the shakes . A fantastic combination .

Paracetamol and whiskey down the hatch . When will this headache cease ?

Her head was killing yet again. Marking her students papers, she just COULDN'T concentrate. This sucks.

She couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen .

As soon as she saw something akin to a lens , she spun rather quickly on her heel , shielding the bottle of drink from view . " Could lose me job 'ere , bud ! Knock it off ! "