bittersweet tragedy // open, m&g

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; wdith: 425px; text-align: justify]The behemoth of a red tabby found his way back to camp, a smile splitting his maw. It didn't take him too long to get there, nor was the walk all that bad -- after all, he'd spent most of his life in a war and the other part working his ass off. This was like a vacation for him! Anyways, the massive felidae found himself sitting right smack-dab in the middle of camp, his ornery laugh cutting through the otherwise quiet air as he shook his head, taking in the scene around him. Not that he found anything particularly interesting or nothing -- that was just how he was, laughing his ass off as if he'd just seen the damn funniest thing ever.


    "Hooee, lookit what we got here!" He hooted, wiping a teary eye with the back of his large paw. Again, there was nothing all that spectacular to look at, not like he was trying to make a show out of. He furled his crooked tail around his body, shuffling his trusty deck of cards, still in fits of laughter. After he finished, he went about yawnin' and shufflin', just as he had been before. "Say," he began to no one in particular, "Any of y'all care to meet the best gaddamn gambler you mothers will ever lay eyes on?" His voice drawled through the air, cocky and arrogant. As per usual.

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    gambler? whats so great about placing useless bets and risks? wait, nicolas did that practically every day. maybe not with money but with many other... activities he occupied himself with. he approached the tabby with a short nod of his head, signing his name to the officer.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify]"I bet you could hardly place a bet." The leopard shook his head, walking over with an arrogant stride, orange orbs fixed on the so called 'gambler'. Wow, he was hard. Rolling his eyes eyes would take a seat beside Nic. "The name's Sagittarius, if you want to know."

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; wdith: 425px; text-align: justify]And soon enough, someone came to his call. He watched the male sign his name with a cock of his head. Shit, he didn't know sign language. He used to have a deaf and dumb friend, back on the Ward, but it turned out to just be a cagey act. Shrugging the thought away, he shoved his paw out in front of Nicolas, hoping for him to accept the open offer and shake it. He opened his mouth to introduce himself when the rather rude comment met his ears.


    Mack blinked those big green eyes, turning to face Sagittarius. "Well, I bet you'd have a better time walkin' without that stick shoved so far up your ass." He said, looking down the wine-colored scar on his nose. It was hardly polite to insult the Bull Goose Gambler, but he'd let it slide -- for now. After a few seconds, the scarred male yawned and went back to shuffling his cards. "Name's McMurphy, by the way. Randle Patrick McMurphy." He said, his words directed at both of the members gathered.

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    oh, well that wasnt expected. nicolas looked to the toms face then back to the paw he had offered, and accepted the friendly shake. as sagittarius arrived, he couldnt help but let out a snort. okay, maybe it was a little rude but so was just about every other darkclanner. he gave a friendly bump to him and looked back to McMurphy. Q-quite a... handful. His speech was choppy, but after realizing the guy didnt know sign language he figured he could just talk, as bad as it was, for the time being.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify]"Yeah you're right. Sorry about that, I should have taken the stick out before I came over." He shrugged, not at all bothered by the comment. If he had said it to have a reaction from it, he wasn't going to budge. His bright visionaries remained fixed on the scarred tom, before he would flicker his tongue over his upper lip. Wasn't worth it to pick an argument, however argumentative he was. "Where you from, McMurphy?" Sagittarius asked, quirking a brow. He decided to change his mood and be polite - which he usually was, in fairness. "Don't sound as though you're from anywhere around here." He himself was from WindClan, but had the accent of a Los Angeles fella.