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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; It hurts. Oh, god, it hurts. You feel like your skull is being smashed into tiny fragments that then proceed to shred your brain into ribbon. It feels like you should be bleeding from the inside, swelling up. Popping like a balloon. Maybe then the vomit you've been fighting back would dribble up from your stomach. Or would it just sit there and rot inside you? You entertain the thought; it could very well happen. You can't move anyways. I'm gonna die here... Will my soon-to-be throw-up rot before or after I do? Your muscles ache and each shift in position makes you more nauseous.


    You know you're not in your den. You tried walking and stumbled out of the camp earlier. Disgraceful. You couldn't even see straight. People would have thought you drunk yourself silly. Maybe you did. You honestly don't remember at this point.


    Point being, you don't know where you are. You feel grass tickling the fur underneath your stomach and the sun has been ruthless for the past few hours. Wherever you are, it is not near camp. You never realized how much you missed the canopy. You didn't know you could take shadow for granted, but with the sun's light hammering against your thin eyelids, you would have loved to have it. Even a brief reprieve would be nice. You suppose you're lucky that it should be almost sunset.


    Your lightheadedness is getting to you. In your haze, you didn't eat, sleep or drink. Just laid there, comatose. Not with Jasper, not with Ryan or Gavin, not with any of your friends. Alone. You were beginning to wonder if they'd even noticed. Jasper... he was busy with leaderly *, right? Cleaning up your mess? Too busy to meddle over the likes of you. *, you didn't even know if you were drinking or not. He probably didn't want to dirty his hands with you, and you don't blame him. Did he still love you? How could he? You could barely stand yourself. Whiny, pathetic, and an alcoholic. Once a drunk, always a drunk. ...Right, Mom?


    You don't know why you've been trying to stay awake. Nobody's coming to get you, and in your state, it would be impossible to walk all the way back. Exhaling slightly, you allow yourself to submerge in your tiredness. You want to sleep.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; It took you too long to get here. The arduous task of mapping where Roxy was, based on your character bond alone, spanned several weeks. She pushed you out, over and over. You couldn't help but feel like you weren't wanted here; after all, you were hesitant about even making contact with her in the first place. You felt worn-out and tired, physically and mentally. Maybe it would be for the best if you just turned around and left. Your headaches grew worse and worse with every passing day. Avoiding attention was Roxy's specialty, being a hero of void. You could search for years and never find her - it would be fruitless to try. Even now, you were uncertain your charted destination was the correct one. You relied on gut feeling now more than you had your entire life. Each previous decision, each choice in your life was given logical thought and reasoning behind it. Now it was just... guesswork. Sloppy, unreliable guesswork.


    ...I should stop. It's getting late. You grimace at the sky. You hadn't even noticed the subtle changing of hues across the horizon. A deep red settled over the treetops and the colors of night were beginning to follow. Blue, purple, and black. Without much protest you stop walking and sit, squeezing your eyes shut. It hurts, and it's getting worse. The steady pulse behind your eyes ticks away the seconds. You lose yourself in counting them, matching your breath with each throb.


    Once a drunk, always a drunk. ...Right, Mom?


    You freeze, and you feel your heart clench up. "This can wait," you mutter, scrambling to your feet. The throbbing seems inconsequential now. You're close! She'd never been that clear before; you've heard bits and pieces of Roxy's thoughts, but that was a whole sentence. Hope rekindles your fire; you're ready to go. Holding onto your god tier cloak, you begin to run, chasing the remaining light. It's hard, as you're a bit on the chubby side, but you keep going. You cannot give up now. You need to stay determined. The hammering in your head grows louder. You can only take it as a good sign, until...


    It stops. Your head suddenly feels fine. You slow down and catch your breath. The throbbing is gone, replaced with the beating of your heart from running. No pain behind the eyes, no cramping in your brain. You look around in vain, seeking an answer. Migraines didn't just stop. There had to be something else...


    The hope drains from your body as you come to a realization: That wasn't my pain...it had to have been Roxy's. It stopped. Oh my god... does that mean... Is she... dead?


    Your eyes narrow and you growl, gnashing your teeth. No. You refuse to believe it. You shove the thought out of your head and press onward, clenching your jaw. You did not come this far just to give up. If the person who you searched for so long was dead, then you'd take it as it was. It would be a sign. It was never meant to be.


    You see a figure lying in the distance. Needless to say, you charge as fast as you can over to her, practically flinging yourself on top of the body. "Don't be dead... fuck. No, god damnit, no!"


    The rogue of void is unmoving. She lays still, and you move over the body, your teary eyes hidden by your god tier hood.


    It was not meant to be.


    [whew okay the thread is open now! this isn't a oneshot though, i need people to reply so i can finish the 'plot' of the thread B) thanks! this should also be the last time i write in second person, it's sort of irritating haha][/fancypost]
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    IC~
    The healer had been out doing a check on all the herb patches that she knew off and attempting to find more. Winter was coming and she would not be unprepared. Sure they had the volcano providing warmth, but she didn't know how bad winter would get up here and she was not going to permit Green cough oh white cough in her camp.
    She poked her head in her bag, checking what leaves she had already stired in there when she heard the sound of running. She pulled her head out just in time to see the flash of an orange hood go by. Okay, no one she knows in camp wears an orange hood. She dashed after it, and saw that whoever it was had led her to a downed Roxy. Oh gods no! The healer was wide eyed as she rushed to the body, hoping to find any sign of life, any sign that her friend was not dead.
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    OOC~
    Oh my god, the muse. And more And I absolutely love this song and feels and why! Don't kill her off!
    [color=transparent] #sitri2k15
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    OOC:


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    Kitty didn't get close, rather she watched, before turning her gaze to the ground, biting her lip. No. She couldn't stand to loose anyone else. So couldn't handle loosing anyone else. No... no no no no NO! Her gaze turned orange and she suddenly relaxed, all signs of emotion leaving her body, and she walked over, not saying or doing anything, just silently, coldly watching to see what happens.




    [/fancypost][align=right][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; bordertype; margin-top:][size=3][color=crimson]- an evil little secret, that keeps you so nervous.
    your boarding up your windows, in fetal on the floor.
    but what your keeping out,
    is on the wrong side of the door!

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