And as the skys falling down :: open after castiel posts

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    [fancypost bgcolor= #262626; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; height: 10px; text-align:left; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]JACK HARBRINGER MALUM ★ ★ ★
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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]// you can reply after Castiel posts :3


    This was great. He was going to catch a bear for sure! Maybe even something bigger! A grin was across his maw as he laid the last few leaves over the top of it. A large hole in the ground. He had got some help of course by an NPC who had offered to move a large boulder from the spot. Jack had dug out the rest, then laid sticks across the top, covering them with leaves and grass. It would be able to hold anyone much heavier than himself. The bottom of the whole was filled with sand and moss. He didn't want to hurt the bear he was going to catch. That would probably be a bad idea. Actually, it all might have been a bad idea, but he didn't care.
    Jack dashed off to the side, scrambling as best he could above an overhanging tree to watch his plan unfold. If he actually managed to catch one then it would be amazing!


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    [size=6pt]★ trek #jackwashere

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    "ALL THE OTHER KIDS WITH THE PUMPED UP KICKS"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Castiel, oh the poor, tired angel, was going to be Jack's bear, perfect. Moving forward rather slowly, the border collie had no idea of his fate, and so the canine moved right over the hole, and only when the sticks began to crack did he figure out that something was wrong. Letting a surprised bark at the sudden drop, Cas would lay down in the bottom of the hole, his blue eyes half closed in confusion as a stick balanced on his head. Leaves covered the now mossy body of Castiel in some places as he peered up at the opening of the hole. This seemed like a childish prank sort of deal, not an angry demon who wanted to kill him sorta deal, and so the border collie remained laying down within the hole.
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