i hope we both die // open, meet and greet

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]So poor little Billy Bibbit was stuck in the past. It beat being Arrah, who couldn't remember shit. But now he was convinced this place was the Ward, a mental institution he used to live way back when, not ColouredClan. That would definitely bring about problems, if it hadn't already. But no matter, for he was doing his best to make this strange situation work. Not that he knew he was amnesiac and completely wrong, but whatever.


    Chewing on the end of a lit cigarette, the demiboy sought comfort in the amber glow illuminating the dull light around him as he hid in the looming darkness of the shadows of a building. The beating sun was far too hot for the long-furred creature to sit directly in, so he spent most of his days now either inside or in the shadows, as he was now. Taking another long drag, the feline glanced around for someone to converse with.

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    Octoberghost had merely been wandering nearby when he'd smelled it. Smoke. The tom knew the choking smog well, and he was certainly not a fan. The problem, unfortunately, was that, being blindfolded on top of being irrational with his fear of ire, couldn't tell the different between somebody lighting a cigarette and somebody setting themselves on fire. The albino had rushed for the nearest bucket of water and, with a look of great determination, aimed to sling it all over Billy. This, of course, was all an honest mistake, but either way poor Billy was going to be drenched by the end of it.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Emma wasn't incredibly sure why October had just done that, but then again, she didn't know who either of these two people were. Sure, Billy looked really familiar, but her ADHD had already lost his name to countless others. And Octoberghost...yeah, she just had absolutely no idea who he was. "Whoa! Okay, um, I'm pretty sure he's not on fire." Emma said, conjuring up a towel and holding it out to Billy. "I don't know either of you, so...I'm Emma. Nice to meet you." She introduced herself a moment later.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy watched cluelessly as October rushed forth, bucket of water in hand (paw?). He had no idea what was about to happen, not until he was soaked and dripping. For a second he just sat there, unfazed, positively drenched with water. Then his lower lip bulged out and trembled, his ears pressed against his head.


    And he cried.


    Tears fell from his crybaby eyes, soaking him even more. Big baby he was, he choked on his own spit and blubbered and managed to spit out a couple dozen, "S-s-s-s-s-sorry"s. Not that he even realized what he'd done to deserve it, but that was just the way he worked.


    His glassy orange optics slid over and landed on Emma, but the sight of her just made him cry more, just because he didn't want anyone to see him like this. He opened his mouth, wet with tears and water and spit and snot, to speak, however no words came out.


    What a mess.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; text-align: justify;] oh-my-gosh, oh-my-gosh- a-are you okay, erm, sir? the plain-featured canine inquired in a concerned manenr, approaching hurriedly, awkward and unsure of how to comfort him, but eager to help him, for it made her vulnerable heart ache at the sight of his drenched form and tear-soaked face and attempted to lightly place a blunt-clawed forepaw on the older individual's slouching shoulder.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]Unaware of the uniquely sensitive level little Billy was on, Forgingpaw was drawn to the sound of crying. The massive hybrid had awoken from his dozing instantaneously, every fiber in his young being telling him to go be a hero... or something. All he knew was that someone somewhere needed help, and it made him feel guilty t even considering ignoring a person in need. And so the liger cub began loping in the direction of Billy and his clanmates, moving with predatory grace despite his immense size. For a cub - a liger cub, at that - Forge was very tall and stocky, built like a lumberjack.


    The apprentice carried with him a towel to dry off the poor fellow, his expression intense. "here you go," The eurasian hybrid said with a gentle smile, handing over the piece of cloth. "This was all just a misunderstanding." so maybe he wasn't as scary as he looked.


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    [justify]Hiro had to take a physical step back because of the amount of stupidity all in one area grouped together. Sure, he was Pyrophobic, but he could still distinguish the chemical smell of cigarettes from the acrid smell of a simple fire. Trust in him, he certainly knew. Bringing himself to a stop, he conjured up a towel, aiming to hand it to Billy wordlessly.


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    Octoberghost was bewildered. What had he done?! The albino simply stood there, looking lost and confused. "There's... he was... on fire?" his voice was quiet and monotonous, as usual, but his visible features were contorted into a look of alarm.


    This was not the greatest time Octoberghost could have picked to flip out over smoke.


    "Or... not," he added sulkily, looking not quite as emotionally wounded as Billy, but still pretty sullen. Most of the time, Octoberghost's social mishaps didn't end very badly, but clearly this was an exception. This was just awkward for everyone, and now Octoberghost felt bad, which was rare considering his typical oblivion to everything.



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    [justify]She had watched from afar at first, staring at the bright orange hues at the end of the cigarette. Then her eyes moved towards Octoberghost's figure, not before finally landing on Emma's, and then Devon. At that point, she simply decided that it was best to actually go over instead of staring at these blobs called her clanmates.


    Her nose picked up the smell of the formerly-burning tobacco before her stomach did a little flip. She hadn't smoked one in a day. Maybe it was time for her to flip open the box and sate her need to smoke. It wasn't like she was going to die doing it. Her powers were going to save her from it. They were definitely going to save her.


    "If he was on fire, he probably would have been screaming," Zenith spoke, her tone a bit blunt at first. "But I guess mistakes are mistakes. It's not like someone's gonna actually die because of it." Not unless you're me.
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    [justify]Neptuneblue definitely did not like Billy. Not one bit, and he wasn't sure if he ever would. When they'd first met, he had considered him a friend of sorts, but then... But then he found out that Billy had tried to kill his sister. He didn't care if he was crazy, possessed, or what, but he hated Billy for it. "Who cares if he was on fire? I don't." He muttered coldly as he trotted over, his narrowed aqua gaze concentrated on the male. #ccnep15 [/justify]

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