TRYING TO CLEAN UP MY MESS [O] BUT I'M NEVER ENOUGH

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    [size=29pt]Miss Havisham.[/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= black; border-color: black; border-width: 1px; background-position: ; width: 360px; height: 10px; background-position:;][align=left]she said goodbye too many times before[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= #999696; border-color: #262626; borderwidth= 5px; background-position: ; width: 352px; height: 155px; background-position:; overflow: auto][justify][font=andale mono][color=#262626]Sharp fangs pierced the tender flesh, taking a slow bite out of the plump mouse. The first and the last bite has been in a contest for best-tasting since the beginning of time. If asked, the rook would certainly say the answer was obvious. If not, the matter would never come up or even cross her mind. Her tendency to disregard romanticism could make for unappreciated days. There had been a beautiful sunset the day the water of the beach almost swept her away. If she'd stopped to admire it- the dazzling visage of a burning ball sinking into the ocean- she wouldn't have brushed death for what could have been the final time. Then again, if she hadn't slipped, she never would have met him,


    There were a lot of things Miss Havisham despised. The ocean, rivers, lakes- most large bodies of water- religion, death without honor, laziness, disloyalty, and being left behind. Most of all, however, she hated love. And she loved to hate.


    The dizzying emotion was absolutely pointless. At no point in her life had it ever resulted in anything good for anyone. It always resulted in heartbreak and death and oh-so-many tears wasted on a futile feeling. Lady had loved Wolfgang, the irritable leader who, despite taking one as a mate, could never see the true value of a woman or how strong one could really be. It would destroy him to find out she had once led a few leaders after he vanished. And what had that done? It certainly benefitted him while he was there, but it only hurt her mother, triggering her despair and keeping her from finding happiness again. Miss had always wanted to get rid of the guy, and not because he'd hated her for being an illegitimate child.


    One could be there all day if the calico told of all the instances love had proven catastrophic. Her amber eyes screwed shut as she continued chewing. Only a few moons ago, it seemed, she'd held a seminar to teach her clanmates how to steal someone's heart and perpetuated the very thing she now was seeing for its true form.


    Why was this even on her mind? It wasn't like there was anyone she was interested in at the moment. From afar, friends were already impossible, nevermind romantic partners. It couldn't have been Ringpaw's latest visit. They'd agreed to go on a date ages ago. She couldn't even remember the euphoria that compelled her to like the dog in the first place. There was no chance of 'getting back together' when they had never been a true pair.


    For all the judgement Miss flattered herself for thinking she'd developed, the memories that had shaped it were a curse. Reminiscing only caused them to fester like an infection, and there was no one in reach or alive who could possibly understand her. No one who knew her for what she could really be.


    And that was the way it had to be. With a home in danger, no one needed a friend. They needed leadership. Ingenuity. That patriotic feeling that thrilled them and made them know, without a doubt, that the Skulls was theirs and would never be allowed to die. They needed Rolan- No. They needed her.


    Finally swallowing, the calico sighed and pushed the freshkill away. Her frail body became more skeleton-like with every passing day.



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    [size=8][color=#f6adff]You've Proven To Yourself and the Rest of Us
    Your Not Fit to Fly Like the Rest of Us
    You Don't Even Deserve Those Wings You Wear
    Stand By the Legend You Don't Even Compare
    And Since Youve Dissapointed You'll Pay the Price
    Now Accept Your Fate and Die In the Terrible Device

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    mobile track, will be edited into a post later.
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    A friendship with Miss Havisham is like dying to MizuPaw. He despised her. The reason? He hates some of her reasonings and some stuff she likes. So seeing Miss so small and frail would have brought a smile to his face. Why it did not, he (roleplayer) doesn't know. He padded up to the rook and asked, "How are you Miss?" If you ask, 'Is there friendliness in his voice'? The answers would be no. Friendliness is far from MizuPaw's mind when he is near the rook.
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    "Speaking"

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    Thoughts

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    Woah, vintage! She had returned from a hiatus! Aka her roleplayers had an ass load of school work to finish up. Catsite took the back burner when it came to work and school. The bracelet clad tortie waved her tail in greeting--unlike Mizupaw she had no real opinion on Miss Havisham as they hadn't gotten to know each other so te rook was marginally chill in the southern divas mind. Clearing her throat she sat down and dipped her head in an elegant manner, "Hello."She spoke her drawl smothering the single word.
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    [size=29pt]Miss Havisham.[/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= black; border-color: black; border-width: 1px; background-position: ; width: 360px; height: 10px; background-position:;][align=left]she said goodbye too many times before[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= #999696; border-color: #262626; borderwidth= 5px; background-position: ; width: 352px; height: 155px; background-position:; overflow: auto][justify][font=andale mono][color=#262626]A flash of pink traced her glinting fangs. Through them, she sucked in a breath, not that it would help clear her mind of the clutter. Though her paws often itched with the need to be doing something at all times, the rook was seriously considering lying here for a while. What was it like to stop running and let it all catch up to her- to wallow in her pathetic mess? So weak, so easy to break. Her tail relaxed alongside her and her ears weren't in their permanently alert position. Maybe she should try this 'chilling' thing for the first time in a long while. Milkywaywishes seemed to enjoy it.


    In the stillness, a young voice stirred. Pink nose twitching, her eyes met the familiar shape of the spell. He should probably be a doctor by this point, being the highest medical authority they had, but that was subject for another time. More important was why he'd approached. A social call for her, especially from Mizupaw, was as probable as Miss beating Megatron in fisticuffs. In fact, the tom probably enjoyed seeing her like this in his proud, bratty manner. [size=11pt]"Fantastic. What do you want?" her relaxed tone drawled. Honesty was far from her strong suit- especially in situations were it wasn't necessary.


    A clinking grew louder, alerting of Vintage's presence. Ah, chick was chill. Her pelt was almost like the rook's, too, in its dappled and erratic nature. Not quite recalling them ever having a straight-up conversation, Miss could imagine them getting along. At the very least, they could handle to make their interactions more pleasant than she and Mizu typically did. As she was waiting for his reply, a bob of her head went towards the belle.
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