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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]He was always out of reach. Running, weaving, pushing through the busy crowds of... As she tried to find a name for this certain place she was running through, nothing came to mind. It was just a city. Ruined due to old age, but still capturing the beautiful charm it seemed to glow with. The flash of blonde here and there between the ebony pelts of this crowd. The impatient flicker of his chipped ears as he waited for her to catch up. As soon as she was in a lunge's distance from him, he'd always take off again. Sometimes he'd glance back, but figures blocked his whole face. Or most of it, anyway. The icy blue gaze always seemed to find her own, though, and it was those small glances he gave her that made her continue on. She could feel the pavements below her crackling with each step, hear the tree's in the distance following the direction of the breeze. Ignoring her head screaming at her to blow down and figure out what to do next, she skidded around the corner after him. Like she always did, running after him like a useless puppet, strung between her claws ad he flicked her around with ease.


    Then he'd melt into the floor, disappearing as she stumbled over the spot he had been standing in only a few seconds ago. She took one more glance around, desperate, clinging to any hope she had left. All the people that had been crowding around to block a proper view had vanished into thin air. With a heavy heart, Lady realized so was the blonde male with the sparkling blue gaze.


    The cream tabby woke with a start, grumbling under her breath as she scrambled from her sticky bed sheets. Wishy didn't actually know if cats could sweat, but if not, it was just... Water.Yep, water worked well. She looked around the dimly lit bedroom and sighed deeply. It was a disgusting looking room-- she usually slept outside in the tree's if it was too hot inside, or in the main plaza with all the 'grunge hippies'. Although they didn't include them in their conversations, they kept her couch warm for her during the day, so that was better than a cold cushion.


    As she walked out into the cool mall, she thought some more about the dream. It was one she had been having for a few weeks now, and that was only when she was sleeping. Lady's insomnia was still strong and proud, rotting away into her energy and British timezone-d brain. Whenever she slept, she was opening her mind to a new world of dark nightmares, but she kept hoping they'd give her some sort of clue about Dally. Lady knew that this wasn't some sort of episode of Pretty Little Liars, but it was still scary to think he was probably out there somewhere, choosing to not come back.


    Sure, that hurt. It stung quite a lot, actually, but she wasn't going to let anyone know that. On the outside, the Viscountess seemed fine. She always had: bubbly, smiling, optimistic, happy. One day she would be those four words, but not right now, not when she had so many strings attached. Strings that weren't being cut any time soon.


    The blonde tabby took a seat on one of the plastic chairs, letting out a word and staring up at the glass ceiling, wondering when the sun was going to come up.


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    #ladylib2k15

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]There was really no justifiable reason for Jericho himself to be awake at such an hour- he didn't have any nightmares, or at least he hadn't had any recently. Which was good- the memories that had lingered were slowly beginning to fade, though he couldn't help but wonder on all the unanswered questions they had left behind. But the tabby decided that perhaps that was something to ponder on another sleepless night.


    The apothecary apprentice had merely been unable to sleep, it was just one of those nights. He'd tossed and turned until he'd given up and had taken to reading instead. However even that had grown boring- he was restless, really. Such was unusual for the feline, as he was not normally the restless type. Nonetheless he'd eventually wandered out into the mall- just to stretch his legs- when he heard the shuffling footsteps of another.


    From the scent alone he could tell it was his Ladyliberty. If it had been nearly anyone else he likely wouldn't have bothered, yet because it was his half-sister he found himself wandering over. "You're up early," the tom noted in a murmur as he approached, even smiling just slightly as he added, "Or l-late, I g-guess." Jericho sat, looking towards where he could hear the female, not feeling particularly inclined to pry further as to why she was up at such an hour. It would be fair enough to ask him the same, after all.


    #jerichotc

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    [align=center][font=georgia]FALLEN ANGEL, with a BROKEN ARROW
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    Madi always had negative and 300 muse with Cain when it came to Lady threads, possibly because Dally was busy trying to claw him out of the way. Possibly. Actually, probably. Whatever, man. Madi still tried, and therefore the tom was up that night too, drifting closer to the sound of Lady and Jericho's voices.


    It almost hurt, looking at two of Summer's siblings together again. Recently TidalClan had been reminding him more and more of the old days, and he felt both better and worst about that. On one hand, it brought so much joy to see young members and excitement all over the place again. But on the other? On the other, it brought back the crushing reality of what he had done whenever he saw reminders of the past. Reminders of the days that he had thrown away, days that he had thrown away for Hospy and Summy, too. Quietly, the viscount joined them with a nod of his head and a faint smile. "Hey, guys. No one can sleep tonight, I guess?"
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    and if i die in a dream, let me live my life
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    [align=right][size=7pt]-- #sugarcains #cainsbby #candycains
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    [size=20pt]TALIA WINTERFELL MAKARA[/size]

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    [size=6pt]HOVER FOR INFO | HOVER FOR TAGS | HOVER FOR BODIES[/size]

    [/fancypost][hr][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]"It's not easy to sleep during times like these," Talia added with a sad smile as she padded forth, sitting next to Cainsmark and blinking thoughtfully at Ladyliberty. Even she couldn't sleep that night-- something about the ominous way the wind sifted through trees and industrial structures alike, almost as if they seeking to whisper a message, one that neither of them could decipher. Often, Talia thought she could hear the wind howling through the woods, but resorted to drowning them out with music.


    However, this night had been different-- her room fell into a hushed silence, one that she didn't dare break, and so had gone out to walk through the mall's corridors until she stumbled across the group, and here she was now, realizing that she hadn't been the only one awake at such an ungodly hour.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=10]Okay, so Swifty was fairly museless, so this post wouldn't come out as glorious, lengthy and wordy as everyone else's. Valkrist was wandering by, awake for some odd reason. She didn't really have a sleeping pattern; she would sleep at the middle of the day some days, and wake up when it was growing dark. She wasn't really good at planning those things out.


    Noticing a large cluster of members, which was surprising to see at this time in the night, Val hurried over, wondering what was going on. Had someone died? But as she padded over, it was quite clear that everyone was fine. "Everyone good?" Val whispered, not wanting to wake up anyone else. She glanced around. "And uh, good-...night? Slash morning?" Ugh, this was so confusing.


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