WHY DON'T THE PRESIDENTS FIGHT THE WAR? || PRIVATE || BUMBLEPAW

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    F#CK.


    The fae picked herself out of the bricks, glaring at the bear who had flung her into the old brick wall, causing it to crumble. Now, she wasn't injured at all. She was just angry she had lost her footing like that.


    Well, at least she wasn't any more injured then usual. She wiped the blood away from her mouth, eyes narrowed. "STOP FIGHTING DIRTY, AND FIGHT ME IRL." As the bear dashed away, she dragged herself out of the rubble, swishing the plant around in her mouth. Then came the small sigh of exasperation.


    It had been around a moon since she'd forced herself to drop her own personal life, and focus on nothing but her own strength, and how much ass she could kick. She found it was the best way to take her mind off of things, like her own guilt. She hated herself a little bit. That was why she was so rough on herself, carelessly throwing herself into battle, giving now sh!ts about how beat up she got. She never showed the pain. The pain was better then the memories.


    Anyway, she was going to let the bear go. Nibbling on the sleeve of her giant leather jacket now, she turned her gaze back to the sidewalkes, away from the woods. Hey, walk it off.


    She'd just walk it off.






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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:260px; background:url(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e…carronilyptic-d7iihpf.gif) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: white; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]Walk it off. He wished he was that tough but he sort of was well, not until someone pushed him to his breaking point but finally returning in his birth body the apprentice started roaming around freely wearing his scarf and little socks on his front forepaws but he detected a new face only causing him to approach with interest like a moth would with a bright light then again he wasn't as stupid as a moth. No, he was not but the chubby golden tabby would see how battered up she was only to draw nearer as he would then ask with a small frown of concern "Are you alright? Um. . .I'm Bumblepaw. . .What's your name?" He would offer a small smile but it was unease as he waited for her to answer his question, he really did hoe she was alright but he'd still check on her wounds whether she liked it or not being the son of a medic helped a bunch.

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    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek ; #tuna

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#cc3148; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]☆PUBLIC ENEMY☆[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]HANGERS SITTING DRIPPING OIL, CRYING FREEEEEDOM![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"PUBLIC ENEMY." She'd yelled the words pretty loudly. It was a bad habit. She was used to yelling at people. In the old days, words of encouragement, now, orders.


    "What the hell are you lookin' at?" She grit her teeth angrily, before the rage of the fight wore off. "S-Sorry...just a little stressed. Its a pleasure Bumblepaw." She walked up to the fellow apprentice, her short stature not affecting her confidence or her attitude whatsoever.

    "Whats up?"
    The scottish fold dipped her head to him, as if a salute.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:260px; background:url(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e…carronilyptic-d7iihpf.gif) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: white; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.




    He had never met someone so loud, but then again when he was a kitten he would always screech to get someone's attention but he had gotten out of that habit though he had a bunch of others. He would swivel his ears forward hearing her name was Public Enemy, he wondered why she had such a name but he never questioned though he was a bit taken back when she asked what he was looking at that caused him to lower his eyes to the ground ducking his cranium a bit too "N-nothing. . ." But hearing her apology made his bouncy attitude return since he didn't quite like being scolded or anything of the sort but he wiggled his stubby tail in happiness "It's alright, P.E!" He didn't want to call her Public nor an enemy so he just went with that nickname, oh, Pub or Emy would work too but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to call her that "Not much. Just walking around then I noticed you. . ." Then those wounds caused him to remember as he added with concern for the Scottish Fold "You want me to check those? They look a bit bad."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color:#FF9100; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ [abbr=bisexual/homoflexible, four months old, charcoal xx emptyskies, has minor austism, adhd, and speaking disabilities, bee fanatic, chews/eats almost everything, single, male, all free powers]hover for tags[/abbr] }[/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#cc3148; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]☆PUBLIC ENEMY☆[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]HANGERS SITTING DRIPPING OIL, CRYING FREEEEEDOM![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"Heh, I'd be more worried about that bear. I totally caved it's face in." She spat out some blood, eyes narrowed in it's direction. "But, I could use your help." She smirked, gesturing for Bumblepaw to follow. "You've ever gone fightin'? I need you to watch my back." She turned back to check him, pretty damn impressed by his happiness. This guy had spunk. She liked that.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:260px; background:url(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e…carronilyptic-d7iihpf.gif) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: white; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]"You beat up a bear!? Whoooa. That's awesome but I feel bad for the bear." He watched her as she spat out some blood, huh, his blood was the color of honey but he would smile at her only hear her saying that she needed his help but he wondered with what as he detected her gesture following alongside her swiveling his ears forward "No. But I can still watch your back." Except the only problem was that her leather jacket was in the way of her back, dammit Bumble.

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#cc3148; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]☆PUBLIC ENEMY☆[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]HANGERS SITTING DRIPPING OIL, CRYING FREEEEEDOM![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]//chokes


    P.E turned back to him, pausing. He didn't really seem like the fighting type now that she thought about it. "How about we do some training first. You look...eh, how to put this nicely.." 'you look more like Honey Boo Boo then an actual opponent' Was their anyway to put that nicely?


    "You know what?" She chuckled softly, starting to walk. "Just do your best."


    It was dawn by now, the sun cascading just below the horizon. The shadows looming before them, much more intimidating then the actual animals they belonged too.
    "You ever heard of dog fightin'?"

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    -- As she turned around to him, he wondered what he looked like more than a fighter but he would see that she just changed the subject "Training? Sounds good! Put what nicely?" Hell, Bumblepaw didn't even know who Honey Boo Boo was but he would smile at her wagging his stubby tail happily but hearing her tell him to do his best then he answered eagerly "Of course, P.E!" He piped saluting with his paw against his forehead then tilted his head at her other question "No. . .But isn't it just dogs fighting?" He said rather dopey.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color:#FF9100; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ [abbr=bisexual/homoflexible, four months old, charcoal xx emptyskies, has minor austism, adhd, and speaking disabilities, bee fanatic, chews/eats almost everything, single, male, all free powers]hover for tags[/abbr] }[/fancypost]
    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek ; #tuna

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#cc3148; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]☆PUBLIC ENEMY☆[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]HANGERS SITTING DRIPPING OIL, CRYING FREEEEEDOM![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"Well, yeah. But it doesn't sound half as baddass when you put it that way." She shrugged, turning into one of the allys. Thats where the tall npc dog was standing. He asked a few questions, she answered hesitation.The doberman moved to the side, showing a large hole in the brick wall. "Cus, we're about to watch one. Sound fun? Watch how they fight, maybe you'll learn somethin'."


    She was glittery eyed now. A child like excitement bubbling inside her. Back when she was really young, her dad used to take to to see dogfighting. They used to bet on who would win. Her old man usually picked the winner back in the good ol' days. Though, she'd probably have the edge now. Her dad was softer then she was now.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:260px; background:url(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e…carronilyptic-d7iihpf.gif) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: white; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]OH. He made it sound not badass swiveling his ears forward wondering if she'd teach him to be a badass, he hoped so but he would perk up a tad hearing that she was going to take him to one but sadly, he wasn't aware that it was a fight to the death but let that be a listen to Bumble. "Oh. Alright. . .Sounds awesome!" He piped out but noticed how she seemed happier and jittery at the fact about going to a dog fight, huh, he found a smile on his maw but he loved seeing her so happy then again he liked seeing many happy but he was ready to follow "I'm ready to follow, Pub!" He said wagging his stubby tail vigorously in excitement.

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