no one will love you if you're unattractive // open, m&g

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]He didn't know what he was doing. Hell, he barely knew where he was, and that was about it. Even words were hard to remember. He kept trying and trying, but nothing came to him. No name, no memories, no ideas. His head hurt rather badly, from where he bumped or hit or scratched or whatever'ed it, a remix


    The demiboy's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he let out a wiry breath. He released a sigh; he knew it would come to him one day -- it had to, right? He couldn't go along his whole life without even knowing his name, right? Anxiety groped at his very existence, causing his haunting orange optics to slide back open.


    This would be a long day.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; color: black; text-align: justify;]Her head pounded. This stupid tumor! No, no, no, for Luma. Besides, she was growing weaker by the day, and she couldn't do it. She was exhausted. At least knowing Billy was alive comforted her slightly. "Hey Bi- A-Arrah, anything wrong?" she asked, shaking her head. No, this was Arrah, not Billy. [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Arrah? The alabaster-sprayed chocolate feline furrowed nonexistent brows. Who was Arrah? Was that his name? Arrah? It sounded like someone was saying air-uh. Maybe it meant something? Swallowing a lump in his throat and decided, why the fuck not, let's go with it, he shook his head at the femme.


    "N-No, I'm fine..." He said, his voice barely above a whisper as he fixated his gaze on his paws. "I'm j-just a little... c-c-confused is all." He muttered, flinching every time he stuttered. What the hell was with that? He sounded like an idiot! Well, for all he knew, he was an idiot. Ugh, this whole deal was so confusing...

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; color: black; text-align: justify;]Rene had given everything a name. It helped. His ended up Arrah. She didn't know how, but that's how it ended up. "It's your name if you want it. I just needed to call you something," she said simply.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Arrah blinked once, twice, three times at the name. It didn't seem fitting for him... William was nice, he had to admit. But it was a bit stuffy; Willy just sounded funny and Billy? Well, he didn't think about that. After a long pause, he gave her a tiny nod.


    "Arrah is n-nice." He finally managed. His eyes slid up to meet hers, taking in her form once more. "So... How a-a-are you?" He said, trying to spark some form of small talk.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; color: black; text-align: justify;]She hated that question. It meant she had to lie. "U-Uh... Good, I'm just..tired," she said. It was the truth, except for th "good" part. Would slowly and painfully dying be classified as good. She couldn't tell anymore.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid white; width: 300px; height: 120px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=#95c3d0; border: 0px; width: 300px; height: 10px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: -5px; color: #184754; opacity: 0.60; border-bottom: 7px double white; text-align: center]( i wanna see all the stars and everything in between )[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 299px; height: 88px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -14px; color: #497581; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%]Emma was the next to wander up, painfully mobile. She glanced first at Renegade, still admiring the way she had saved Luma like that. Unfortunately for Rene, she also noticed the weakness in her voice. Emma wasn't one to easily be fooled; however, she did try to convince herself into reason. Renegade's just tired from transferring that tumor to the squirrel, or whatever. Everybody gets tired after using their powers. She tried to assure herself. Turning her attention to Arrah, she tilted her head. "Hello," She said, half distracted by something she couldn't name.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color:#99CCFF ; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=8]Toni padded forwards, cocking her ivory head to the side, her crystal visionaries dancing. She was always happy and ready to meet new people, and she supposed that this was the perfect opportunity to do so! Seeing as she had yet to meet the demiboy.


    "Hello. I'm Toni! It's a pleasure to meet you. And you are?"

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Arrah blinked at Renegade's words, gritting his teeth as she stuttered. She was making fun of him, he was damn sure of it. She probably gave him a name that meant ass wipe or something. He said nothing, just nodded solemnly, the silence hanging like a noose between the two.


    Luckily, Emma broke off the silence. He jerked his head towards the femme upon hearing her voice, eager to stop thinking about, well, whatever it was he was thinking about. But, unfortunately, she didn't have much to add to the conversation. "H-hello." He said, swiping his sandpaper tongue across his lips. He dug his claws into the pads of his paws, fighting through the pain and maintaining a moderately calm face. He hadn't even realized he'd been doing it, not really. It was force of habit, really. Habit he didn't know about.


    The bicolored cat turned to face Toni as she joined. He offered her what he hoped was a smile, however he didn't even fool himself. "Hello." He began slowly. "I'm A-Arrah." He said, the name tasting wrong and sour in his mouth. He'd get used to it, he knew, but for now... well, he wasn't sure.

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    Paintedpaw flicked her tail and blinked. "Arrahrah. That's what I am calling you okay? Are you fine with that? My name is Paintedpaw. It's easy to remember cause painted and paw. Your name is a bunch of a's that sound kind of like a sneeze. But I like it. How do you pronounce it again?" She asked, tilting her head slowly as she chuckled and twitched her whiskers in amusement.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; color: black; text-align: justify;]"I'm not making fun of you! I'm just.... er.. having troubles. Transferring that tumor really put me on the fritz," she said, accidentally reading his mind. The deer scowled, eyes foggy.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Arrah listened to Paintedpaw bable on and on, blinking and trying his best to process the words. Finally, as she ended her little spiel and asked how to pronounce his name, he let out a breath. "L-like air-uh." He mumbled, claws still digging into his paws. Fuck, he hated this. With a fiery passion. It would all be so much easier if he could just remember!


    His train of thought spiraled when Renegade spoke again. His eyes widened at her words, fear infecting his gaze. How did she know that was what he was thinking? His heart raced and pounded against his ribcage. "S-Sorry." He mumbled, unsure of what to say.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;]"Er, um, it's telepathy.. I must be reading your mind by accident...," she muttered, trying to turn it off but failing every time. She sighed, oh well.[/fancypost]

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    Octoberghost had padded up silently to the scene, coming up just behind Arrah and his other clanmates. For several seconds, the only sounds that could be heard form him were his deep inhale and exhalations, before he finally spoke in a quizzical tone, "You look like you need a hug."



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