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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]Falling and falling, to never stop to never end. To never reach the bottom. It was a scary thought but it almost seemed to be real. Carmen Adair had been walking along through Bloodclan territory, wanting to get her mind off of Adorente and her old family. Walking inside through the doorway, hearing shouting and screams for help. Catching glimpses of her father, beating her mother. Running out the door, out of the city of Adorente.


    She never wanted to go back. It was where she got her eye almost ripped out, her nightmare. So as she was walking she didn't see a small rock on her right side as her right eye was partially blind and she tripped, tumbling off to the side of a path. She rolled right into a man made hole, seeming to go slow motion she wouldn't stop falling, like it was an endless pit. But finally the tortoiseshell reached the bottom with a loud thud, the crunch of some bones.


    Carmen cried out in pain but bit her lip, not wanting to attract any two-legs. She had to do something but what? She was in too much agony to climb out, and she couldn't call for help. What to do?

  • [size=22px]NIMBUS INNOCENCE-HEARST

    [fancypost bgcolor=#778F74; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px;][justify][color=#3C463A][size=10px]-- Luckily, the serval happened to be in the area. The cry, though short and quickly cut off, assailed his ears, feline, youthful, pained. Nimbus did not want to waste time; he took off in the direction, eyes wide and searching. Pale paws carried him across the Tarmac until he came across the manhole and, peering inside, he saw Carmen. He knew not how she'd got there, nor how she'd not spotted the opening, but there was no time to think about that. His priority was saving her.


    "Kid! You okay down there?" he needed to make sure she was conscious, first.
    [br /][color=transparent][made by softrain; #covertrain][/fancypost]

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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: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]She looked up as dirt crumbled into her wounded eye and she almost swore in pain but caught it in her mouth, biting her lower lip. The Adair's were a strict no swearing rule, and even though she wanted to runaway from her family name she still followed its conditions.


    Once she shook it off she glanced up again to see a white serval looking down at her. Kid? She lifted a fictional eyebrow. "May I just correct you, I am almost 12 months of age. That is not a kid." Carmen retorted but not rudely, just a little curtly. She was not a snobby rich girl and didn't want to seem like that either. "But no. I am not okay. I twisted my ankle a few days back so I cannot climb up." She answered more softly this time, grateful for his concern.

  • [size=22px]NIMBUS INNOCENCE-HEARST

    [fancypost bgcolor=#778F74; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px;][justify][color=#3C463A][size=10px]-- Oh, yes, she was awake. Nimbus snorted, himself. "In some ways, you're a kid to me," he responded lowly, shaking his head. Rising to his feet from his crouching position, the serval circled the manhole, blinking.


    "I could leap in and maybe help you out?" Nimbus suggested, claws unsheathing and rapping against the earth.
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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
    [/fancypost]

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]"How old are you exactly?" She asked lightly, rolling her eyes to herself at his snort. Who was he to think she was a kid? But he was interesting...He seemed to have a personality like hers which sort of made them clash.


    "Leap in? I'm sorry to be rude but that is simply out of your mind!" She exclaimed, blinking her pale green optics and mentally face palming herself. What if he got stuck in here too? That would be terrible! Carmen didn't know what to do.


    ( so is the plot i mentioned in his plotting thread going to happen? o3o )