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    [sub]Sierra was murmuring something to herself as she twirled around and around just behind the asylum; it was an overcast day, chilly and windy, the sort of day which had people pulling out their scarves and rubbing their hands together for warmth. She liked the weather, and wasn't cold, thanks to her thick, silvery fur. But, anyway, onto the Spartan - she was dancing to herself, singing quietly. her voice was excellent and her face was that of exquisite loneliness.

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    Maalik, on the other hand, was chilly. The flaming red tabby had his fur fluffed out and his maroon optics glared at the grey heavens, daring them to send rain. He walked briskly around the asylum, hoping the movement would warm his blood. In his head, the voices of his newly patched soul murmured, the sounds low enough that he could not make out the words but high enough to be irritating. Catching sight of Sierra, he watched her coolly for a few long moments before making a move closer to her. "What the hell are you doing?" He had never seen anyone dance before and the sight was scary. "Shall I get a priest?"

    [sub]She halted at once, the final puffs of dust she'd kicked up settling around her. The Darling frowned at Maalik, remembering the red-eyed tom from his collapse not long ago. "I'm dancing." said the Spartan suspiciously, wondering if he was making a joke.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; width: 415px; height: 100px; margin-top: -20px; overflow:auto;][align=left][size=7pt]Cornelia would laugh a little. Who needed a preset for dancing and singing. Well I guess if you started bleeding out your throat yeah.



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    Oh. Maalik made the decision to not ask what dancing was. It looked pretty damn terrifying already and he wasn't sure that he could handle more information on the subject. He instead gave a simple nod and backed off to a distance safe enough that watching the dancing wouldn't be harmful to his health.

    .:Verity Darling:.
    Snow Leopard; Spartan of Bloodclan


    Dancing? Heck, when was the last time she'd done that? A while, that was for sure. Of course, being a bit of a klutz, she had never been good at dancing, but she'd had fun with it, and she had may fond memories of the dances and parties Bloodclan had held in her eleven months of life.
    "If only we had one of those music boxes, maybe a disco ball, we could have a full-blown dance party." The rosetted Spartan mused, making a mental note of the idea. Maybe she'd set one of those up, she needed to get her butt in gear anyways. Either way though, it was nice to see Sierra doing something outside of working, working all day just fried your brain, she knew from experience.

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    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]Believe me, you've never met a motherf*cker like me. Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen.
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    It was rather chilly that day, yet relatively normal for an autumn afternoon. Glitch tightened his tie in hopes of tricking his brain into thinking he was warmer. Dancing, of course, would be the better remedy. But the wolf didn't dance, he never had. Dancing, Glitch figured, was better watched from a distance.




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    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]bottled up inside, this time I'm taking back my life. I've rising up, I've had enough! [/glow][/size]

    She'd thought Malik was genuinely being sarcastic until it was apparent that he wasn't. Cutting her amused grin off into it's usual frown, Or, grin, now considering her face looked like a twoleg with scissors for hands had at it, she flopped down and just silently listened in. She didn't dance, didn't want to which thus gave her no reason to say anything on the matter. What a basic bitch she must be.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 335px; height: auto;][justify][color=#d2d2d2][sub]Clint entered the scene bearing a cloak of silence, gaze darting from person to person in question. He had no idea who the majority of them were, save the oldies, but yeah. He was basically clueless. So he simply remained quiet.


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    take me back to when I first laid eyes on you.

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    [justify]"If you are holding a dance party, I will be one to sit back and watch." The former Spartan said with a nod. There was no way he was going to embarrass himself on the dance floor. Maybe in a huge event, where no one was really paying attention to him, but even then, he would have to summon up all courage he had just to try. "I make a pretty good cheerleader."[/justify]


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    take me back to when I first laid eyes on them bones.


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    [sub]Sierra smiled at the new arrivals and gave Nimbus and extra-warm grin, feeling her cheeks grow hot. The handsome ivory serval always made her feel a bit flustered. "Hi, guys. Um, yeah. No dance party, though, don't worry." she let herself fade into translucency and inquired, "How is everyone?" she sat down next to Nimbus.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#778F74; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px;][justify][color=#3C463A][size=10px]-- "I was born to dance," the serval joked smoothly, though truthfully, he had four left paws. There was no way he could do what Sierra had done. He couldn't even master a tasteful two-step.


    Smiling at Sierra as she did at him, Nimbus shrugged his shoulders, eyes narrowing happily. "I'm doing fine, how 'bout you?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#778F74; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 60px; width: 300px; margin-top: -16px;][justify][color=#3C463A][size=10px]-- face down on a broken street / there's a man in the corner in a pool of misery / i'm in a white van as a red sea covers the ground / metal crash i can’t tell what it is / but i take a look and now i'm sorry i did / 5:30 on a friday night 33 good people cut down / face down on a pillow of shame / there are some girls with a needle trying to spell my name / my body’s not a canvas / my body’s now a toilet wall / boy sees his father crushed under the weight / of a cross in a passion where the passion is hate / blue mink ford, i'm gonna detonate and you’re dead / blood in the house / blood on the street / the worst things in the world are justified by belief / raised by wolves / stronger than fear / raised by wolves / we were raised by wolves / raised by wolves / stronger than fear / if i open my eyes / you disappear
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    [sub]"Not bad." responded the wildcat, lifting her gaze to the sky and watching a few birds in flight. "Have you ever flown, Nimbus?" asked Sierra in a wistful tone.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#778F74; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px;][justify][color=#3C463A][size=10px]-- "Flown? No, never." he didn't have a bird body, or a winged body. "I suppose it would be a nice experience, though."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#778F74; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 60px; width: 300px; margin-top: -16px;][justify][color=#3C463A][size=10px]-- face down on a broken street / there's a man in the corner in a pool of misery / i'm in a white van as a red sea covers the ground / metal crash i can’t tell what it is / but i take a look and now i'm sorry i did / 5:30 on a friday night 33 good people cut down / face down on a pillow of shame / there are some girls with a needle trying to spell my name / my body’s not a canvas / my body’s now a toilet wall / boy sees his father crushed under the weight / of a cross in a passion where the passion is hate / blue mink ford, i'm gonna detonate and you’re dead / blood in the house / blood on the street / the worst things in the world are justified by belief / raised by wolves / stronger than fear / raised by wolves / we were raised by wolves / raised by wolves / stronger than fear / if i open my eyes / you disappear
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black;][justify][size=7pt]"Flying's nice," Clint commented out of the blue, gaze drifting to the skies dreamily. "Archery's the closest thing I've got to flying, but... I've got a hawk body too, so I guess that covers it good enough," He then turned to face the femme, eyebrows knitting together in question. [color=thistle]"Why do you ask?"