Lost in New York City (OPEN TO ALL)

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    Hands touch, eyes meet
    Sudden silence, sudden heat
    Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
    He could be that boy
    But I'm not that girl




    Don't dream too far
    Don't lose sight of who you are
    Don't remember that rush of joy
    He could be that boy
    I'm not that girl




    Ev'ry so often we long to steal
    To the land of what-might-have-been
    But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
    When reality sets back in




    Blithe smile, lithe limb
    She who's winsome, she wins him
    Gold hair with a gentle curl
    That's the girl he chose
    And Heaven knows
    I'm not that girl




    Don't wish, don't start
    Wishing only wounds the heart
    I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
    There's a girl I know
    He loves her so
    I'm not that girl...
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    OOC::
    I'm glad to see you again!

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    Sunset smiled at the cats and opened her mouth to talk but stop. A strange scent clouded the air... another cat, perhaps?


    OHMYGAWDTHERE'STHISFLYWHOWON'TLEAVEMEALONEHEKEEPSFLYINGUPINMYFACEAND BOTHERINGMEANDLANDINGONEMYHEADANDI'MSOANOYED

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    Hands touch, eyes meet
    Sudden silence, sudden heat
    Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
    He could be that boy
    But I'm not that girl




    Don't dream too far
    Don't lose sight of who you are
    Don't remember that rush of joy
    He could be that boy
    I'm not that girl




    Ev'ry so often we long to steal
    To the land of what-might-have-been
    But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
    When reality sets back in




    Blithe smile, lithe limb
    She who's winsome, she wins him
    Gold hair with a gentle curl
    That's the girl he chose
    And Heaven knows
    I'm not that girl




    Don't wish, don't start
    Wishing only wounds the heart
    I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
    There's a girl I know
    He loves her so
    I'm not that girl...
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    OOC::
    :)

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    OHMYGODTHORNJUSTHITITWITHALAMPORSOMETHINGTHATUSUALLYWORKSWITHME


    The unknown, slightly scary, she cat realized her sweet wildflower scent probably made her stick out. Mostly because they were in an alley and she smelled like sweet wildflowers. .-.

    Risira started to ask Sunset what was wrong, but when she opened her mouth, the sweet scent flooded into her Jacobson's organ and she started immediately off on another spiel. "Ooh what's that it smells good is there a florist's truck nearby it smells kind of like that but different I WANNA KNOW!" She bounced up onto a box and started sniffing around, searching for the source of the smell.

    The young she cat, one you would never want to meet, or get into a fight with, hid deeper in her shadows. Her eyes became a black color, hiding her completely in the shadows. But then she sighed and her dark form leapt up onto a dumpster, then higher up onto one of those metal lifts that were on the side of buildings in alleys. She watched from above, her shadow-like form now able to be seen. Her eyes became the unique milky way look and she looked down at them. She sighed and realized she would have to change her pelt back to normal soon.

    It took Risira only a few seconds to find her. "Oh hi! I'm Risira and this is Sunset and this is..." she went on to cheerfully and very quickly rattle off the names of everyone present.


    [*facepalms at own charrie*]

    The young cat realized that she meant nothing bad so she padded down, her fur suddenly having white markings on it, it was like her bones had appeared on her fur. Her lithe, but very muscular form, lept from the metal platform onto the ground, landing gracefully on her paws. "Well, Hello there. I'm Vriska, It's nice to meet you." she said, her voice was strong, but it had a smooth sound to it.
    (so like this [img width=436 height=510]http://www.catster.com/files/why-paint-cats-skeleton.jpg[/img] that's just how her fur is now ^.^)

    [That is both kind of creepy and incredibly cool. XD And very anatomically inaccurate]


    Risira blinked but somehow wasn't even fazed by the skelecat. She was fazed by very little, actually. "Your fur changed. That's new in the city," she said. She didn't clarify what she meant by in the city - implying that she'd seen it elsewhere.

    [XD]


    "Well, now, I wouldn't say that," Risira said thoughtfully, tipping her head to one side as she looked at Vriska.

    "You sure?" Vriska asked, smirking slightly. Her fur seemed to change again, but then it shifted back. Her eyes though, unlike any others, they changed colors and then rested on a ghostly silver. "Heh, this isn't even all I can do." she murmured, smiling slightly.

    "Quite, quite," Risira said, nodding. The diminuitive golden tabby blinked large green eyes at Vriska. "I find you're never really quite alone, even when you think you're the one and only." She sat back on her haunches and curled her tail around her forepaws.

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    Hands touch, eyes meet
    Sudden silence, sudden heat
    Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
    He could be that boy
    But I'm not that girl




    Don't dream too far
    Don't lose sight of who you are
    Don't remember that rush of joy
    He could be that boy
    I'm not that girl




    Ev'ry so often we long to steal
    To the land of what-might-have-been
    But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
    When reality sets back in




    Blithe smile, lithe limb
    She who's winsome, she wins him
    Gold hair with a gentle curl
    That's the girl he chose
    And Heaven knows
    I'm not that girl




    Don't wish, don't start
    Wishing only wounds the heart
    I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
    There's a girl I know
    He loves her so
    I'm not that girl...
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    OOC::
    People who spend thousands of dollars to have their cats painted...

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    Vriska laughed softly, "Not quite. I am alone a lot, and I enjoy being alone. But, I have a lot of friends around New York. Most are cats and dogs that live with humans, some being strays." she said with a shrug.

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    Sita snuck past the talking cats and fell into the crowd. She made it to a busy highway and went through a tunnel that ran under it. It was very small and only enough room for one cat to fit through.
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    Hands touch, eyes meet
    Sudden silence, sudden heat
    Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
    He could be that boy
    But I'm not that girl




    Don't dream too far
    Don't lose sight of who you are
    Don't remember that rush of joy
    He could be that boy
    I'm not that girl




    Ev'ry so often we long to steal
    To the land of what-might-have-been
    But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
    When reality sets back in




    Blithe smile, lithe limb
    She who's winsome, she wins him
    Gold hair with a gentle curl
    That's the girl he chose
    And Heaven knows
    I'm not that girl




    Don't wish, don't start
    Wishing only wounds the heart
    I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
    There's a girl I know
    He loves her so
    I'm not that girl...
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    [Actually, I'm pretty sure that's Photoshopped.


    This again, huh? I bet I know who you want me to bring back.]


    Risira tipped her head the other way. "No one really wants to be alone*," she said decisively. "I bet I know more of New York City than you."


    [*Tiger? You know the (admittedly paraphrased) quote.]

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    Hands touch, eyes meet
    Sudden silence, sudden heat
    Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
    He could be that boy
    But I'm not that girl




    Don't dream too far
    Don't lose sight of who you are
    Don't remember that rush of joy
    He could be that boy
    I'm not that girl




    Ev'ry so often we long to steal
    To the land of what-might-have-been
    But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
    When reality sets back in




    Blithe smile, lithe limb
    She who's winsome, she wins him
    Gold hair with a gentle curl
    That's the girl he chose
    And Heaven knows
    I'm not that girl




    Don't wish, don't start
    Wishing only wounds the heart
    I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
    There's a girl I know
    He loves her so
    I'm not that girl...
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    OOC::
    Yes and no it wasn't photoshopped. People do do that. My grandma sent me this e-mail showing these painted cats and it's very expensive. It's nuts.

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