time after time ( open - leaving )

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    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]He'd simply left in the night, destroying his den as he did so. He wasn't welcome here, where he and his friends had been so rudely pushed out by strangers claiming of higher powers. Theodore didn't believe in them, didn't believe what these strangers were saying. But there were more of them, especially since the others left, and he wasn't going to fight a losing battle.


    And so Theodore had left the home that he had thought he'd spend the rest of his life, dejected and homeless once again. Was this all there really was to life?


    /theodore isn't suited to this new group and sudden take over and i'm not about to change his personality to make him fit here
    sorry

    [justify][size=10]Another one bites the dust, eh? Bird shrugged it off, not at all too broken up about their leaving. Hell, she didn't even know the tom nor had she even gotten his name. "Later," grunted the alabaster femme before lifting her sole flesh paw to her mouth where she would pass her raspy tongue over it in a groomig motion.



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 430px; margin-top: -10px;][justify] #majorsyn
    He didn't know the tom personally, so he felt nothing as he witnessed his departing. The medic sauntered over, raising an invisible eyebrow. Oh well, his loss.


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