make her a member of the midnight crew / open

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Well, she hadn't showed her face for a good few days, and that was something to change, wasn't it? Work on the small things, Lalonde. You can fix a booze problem, you can fucking get outta bed.


    Ugh. One foot - so close, almost there - two feet. Three... four. As Roxy hefted herself out of her den, she stretched and blinked her eyes against the blinding light of the sun. Yuck, daylight. She drew a paw over her face, smacked her mouth some more, and then began to walk towards the food pile. Technically, very little of that was hers, but she'd pull her weight and deficit today. Just had to shake the sleep off first. And fix her bed-smushed fur. And maybe splash some water on her face.


    "Moooornin'," she mumbled with a yawn to passerby. Roxy slumped down and began to chew on some poor mouse carcass, her eyelids heavy with sleep.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;width: 400px;min-height: 100px][justify]You smile as you spot Roxy. Poor girl looked rather tired. You head over, offering a sugar sweet smile to the feline. "Why hello Ms. Roxy." you greet.


    Retro to injuries//
    #gustygumshoe
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    [size=2pt]#blackielookhere[/size]

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    IC~
    Sitrium didn't know roxy, seeing as she just joined.
    "Hello, I'm Sitrium!"
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    OOC~


    [color=transparent] #sitri2k15
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    Michael padded over to the food pile and selected a small rabbit from it. The brown tabby then took his usual spot between Gavin (who wasn't present) and Sitrium. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Michael."

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    IC:
    Gavin looked at Roxy and huffed at the fellow swiftrunner.
    "welcome back Roxy." He said picking out a bird and sitting beside michael to eat.




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    OOC:




    #grimdick
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px dotted black; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic; font-size: 15pt;]"It's hard to remember what you've forgotten."[/fancypost]
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    "Morning Gavin. How'd you sleep?" Michael smiles at his friend and continues to eat his rabbit.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; "Hrrrmmn... all comin' out to see the queen, I see," she attempted to tease, her valiant effort cut short when she opened her mouth to let loose a monster yawn. "But Janey- it's Miss Lalonde to you," the pink feline recovered with a smooth wink, tongue poking out from underneath her lips. "But, uh, hey! Damn, it's early. I'm Roxy," she greeted in a slur, going back to her early meal.[/fancypost]
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    win it all for the win ![/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Well, really, Roxy should be considering her independance of alcohol some sort of achievement: a few that were still around were present when Roxy was so involved with her addiction that she had consumed a thing of rubbing alcohol, presumably for it's name alone. Smaller things like just getting out of bed or even making oneself look presentable paled in comparison to that accomplishment, and thus went unspoken of by Ryan as the fox approached, coming up alongside Gavin at a meandering pace as his still tired blue eyes fixed intently on Roxy. "Little early for you to be up, hm?" Ryan hummed in a half-hearted tease, still a little too tired to manage to finish it with a wink or like. Ryan wasn't exactly the best morning person, after all.


    [hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * COUNCIL MEMBER * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; "Yeah, well, can't keep th' fans waitin', can I?" she murmured in response to Ryan, having finished her small meal. Roxy set it to the side and sighed. Maybe it wasn't quite appropriate to equate getting up in the morning to fighting back alcoholism, but in her mind, if she could do that, she could definitely get past the more mundane obstacles of life. ...I mean, as long as there isn't a relapse. I can't cave again.


    "Anyone wanna hunt with the queen on this totally fine morning?" the swift-runner suggested with a wink, brushing away her negative thoughts. "Oh, wait, *, gotta pun! Ryan can-" she snorted, "-LEAD us around." *ty pun, but hey, it was the asscrack of dawn- she deserved some slack.[/fancypost]
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    IC:
    Michael groaned at the bad pun, rolling his golden eyes in annoyance "God damn it Roxy."
    OOC:
    Gav and Ryan should get that reference there ;)

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]A low groan rolled out of Ryan's throat at the cheesy joke Roxy cracked, river-blue eyes rolling widely in their sockets until she was done. Was that really the best Roxy could do? Ryan was hella tired and he'd be able to do better. "Mhm, yeah, you got me good." Ryan mocked, lifting a paw up to rest on his ivory chest as he feigned offense in a clearly dramatic manner, batting his eyelashes at Roxy before Michael's comment caught him off guard and threw the Chief into a lightly toned laughter. "Fuckin'... Michael..." Ryan chuckled, his airy laughter dying down as a grin spread across his maw, rolling his shoulders as he lifted a paw to point toward the nearby forest surrounding the small group. "Lead the way, Roxy." Oh fuck he really hoped he hadn't just fed another pun for the tired female.


    [hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * CHIEF * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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    Michael was trying not to explode into a fit of laughter as Ryan teased Roxy and eagerly followed the group into the woods.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; "Hun, I always lead," she coyly grinned, adding a saucy wink for good measure. "But, uhhh, shit, yeah, let's go! I'm not the best at hunting, but, uh, we can start small, I guess. I haven't seen anything super big in a while anyways." Lalonde paused talking as she walked, carefully stepping over roots and other objects as she looked for small prey. "So... uh, how's leading so far?" Roxy asked, looking back at Ryan briefly while she walked. Man, small talk was hard.[/fancypost]
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