the night was all you had [ o, joining ]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WHAT IS THERE TO GAIN WHEN YOU'RE ALWAYS FALLING OFF THE FENCE THAT WAY?[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]The little siberian tiger cub padded to the border, his blue visionaries tired and bloodshot but his feet keeping up a steady pace. He stopped at the point where the Dynastians' scent was strongest and gave himself a moment to observe his surroundings. It seemed fairly peaceful and nice, so he decided he'd stay here. At least until he could take proper care of himself. Putting himself in sitting position, the white feline thought about what to do for a moment - all while subsconciously dragging his tail from side to side on the ground - and then came to a conclusion that he should call for someone. [b]"H-hello?"     he barely mumbled, biting his lip in shame for his total failure at speaking. Dan cleared his throat before attempting to call again, now somewhat successfully, "Hello?"


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    "hello." the word was a near squeak, each letter varying in sound and pitch. the knight swooped in, pastel-tipped feathers quivering from the effort of flight. or rather, the effort of landing from about 150 feet in the air,"what is your name and what is your buisness."


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    JESSE J. RUTHERFORD
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    The melanistic clouded leopard approached next, dark chocolate eyes dull with boredom. He had just joined yesterday, though he wasn't much of a help to the clan, but he assumed new members meant good business. Even if it caused more crowded areas.


    "Hello," came a singsong voice, waiting for the potential joiner to answer Bleach's question.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WHAT IS THERE TO GAIN WHEN YOU'RE ALWAYS FALLING OFF THE FENCE THAT WAY?[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:115%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]The tiger cub jumped slightly as Bleach landed, as such an early arrival was unexpected, to say the least. [b]"Uh..."     his voice failed for a few seconds, and he had to regain his composure and stop himself from shaking from the shock because it's just a fucking cat. For heaven's sake, Dan, can you not?


    As Jesse approached, the feline looked at him out of the corner of his eye for a while, as if searching for some kind of help he knew he wouldn't recieve. Hell, he had no idea how he could possibly get help introducing himself from a complete stranger?


    "M-my uh, name, right. Aand bu-business. Yeah. Um," he muttered, internally cringing at his every word. "I'm Dan Smith and - uhh - jesus - I'm here to... to er... join this... group of yours?" Wow, he sounded like a complete idiot. Fan-fucking-tastic.


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    bleach listened patiently, head tipping to show he was doing so. the winged feline had trouble speaking, much worse than a few stumbles over words. as he finished, bleach offered a wide smile, even if it was a bit uncomfortable for him to do with his disorder,"yes! welcome! auto acc-ep-ted." his tiny paws stomped the ground in excitement, powder blue orbs staring at the tiger cub. joiners were good! "name is bleach, hello." did he need to say hello again? mother always said to say hello when introducing yourself. so yes. he did need to say hello again.


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    JESSE J. RUTHERFORD
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    "What Bleach said, welcome to paradise. I'm Jesse James Rutherford, call me J or Jesse or whatever you care to." The five month old spoke, carefully sitting down to avoid losing his beanie. This place wasn't exactly paradise. Niether was it the best clan in the world. But, the clouded leopard figured it was comforting, and the joiner seemed to need comfort. So, there it was. Comfort.


    "Anyway, welcome to the clan, I guess. Would you like a tour?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WHAT IS THERE TO GAIN WHEN YOU'RE ALWAYS FALLING OFF THE FENCE THAT WAY?[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:115%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dan studied Bleach's face, thinking he'll find anger or amusement. However, he found neither. Which surprised him. Of course, Bleach could have been one of those people who pretend to be happy while despising you on the inside. He could have- no, shut up Dan, you need to get out of here as fast as you can without ridiculing yourself even more. [b]"A-autoacc- really? Just like... tha'? Okay!"     he blurted out, hopping back an inch from nervosity. Then he mentally kicked himself. Of course he would forget. "Thank you!" the tiger cub forced a ridiculous grin and then turned to Jesse.


    Paradise. That sounded nice. Perhaps it'd be fine here. He'd survive somehow. Or even something better than survive. Maybe he'd actually live. "Nice to meet you, Jesse," his voice started off low and ended on the highest pitch he could manage. His heart skipped a beat at the mention of a tour. First off, he was about to have an anxiety attack. Secondly, he really, really wanted to be given that tour not only because he would probably find it useful later in life, but also because he really wanted to get to know someone his age so he wouldn't constantly either be alone or have an anxiety attack every godforsaken time he wanted to talk to someone. He figured there'd be less anxiety attacks if he had a person he knew that he could always talk to - or well, almost always - and therefore didn't have to introduce himself to strangers as much to be able to have a conversation. And he found it easier to get to know people right after he met them, so...


    But what if I...


    No. Dan shook his head in response to his own thoughts and looked up from the ground to Jesse. "I'd love a tour, if that'd be possible!" he tried to sound as excited as he could, although he was freaking out on the inside.


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    "Noodle will give tour!" The fox cub shrieked as she pounded forward, the shakai skidding to a halt and bowing in front of him in a greeting before she bounced to her paws. "Noodle good at showing things. Noodle will be very friends with you!"



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    Noodle nodded. "Now!" And with that she turned, pounding away.


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