I met a homeless man named Rich, Isn't that terrible? - private

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    Clementine had been coming to terms with her new life living amongst the mortals. She had sworn to herself thar she wouldn't grow emotional attachments to anyone apart from her dad and siblings yet here sure was, ready to rip the throat out of anyone who disrespected those she somehow called ' friend '. She wasn't sure how I came to this. She wasn't sure how she got these so called friends but there was no getting rid of them now. The child would just have to deal with it. That may sound harsh but being immortal wasn't all fun and when she found of what she was, her goal had been to stay away from relationship, platonic or more that that. Because the harsh reality was that one day her companions would go. They would die and she would be left the to suffer by herself. So why did she torture herself over and over. This would only be her first round of friends but in time, most of them would die. And she would move on to another group who would one day also sure. It was a mean cycle that she liked to call her life. Yet the shiba inu just grinned and gritted her teeth, getting on with life. She couldn't stop it from happening without giving up her demon powers and that would never be an option for her. That meant she would just have to face her life with a smile and get on with it. Life was cruel and that was a thing that the canine would eventually learn.


    Clem was sat on the beach, munching on Swedish Fish away from Seafoam so the leader wouldn't be disgusted again. It sucked that the leader didn't share her taste in food, the chewy red candy was quite delectable. Well to herself and a few others any way. She let out a light sigh, moulding the damp said into a small hill.

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10pt; color: #ff7878][glow=black,2,300]My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 465px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #ff7878]Life. What was the meaning of life? He heard some would say to experience fun and happiness before one would go and head to the afterlife. Other would say to be able to hold knowledge and abilities on how to survive in this world and how their knowledge and abilities could depend on how they would live. There was many more in many others' point of view. But what was Caleb's thought on what's the meaning of life? Well, he actually never really wanted to answer that. Sure there was no right or wrong answer, but he doesn't know, he felt weird answering those sorts of question for some reason. Anyway though, the old son of Permafrost and Fairydust just simply moved on with his life. That's it, really. It may made him looked like an asshole, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care if he's friends - [i]Jester would be dead. He would grief, cry, think of the memories he shared with them and feel depressed over it, but in the end, he was willing to get back on his track with little hesitation, yet eventually he would move on with the pain always be there, gripping to his heart. That's all. The senior warrior has been having a walk through the chilly weather. At the moment, the weather wasn't so bad than yesterday, so it was good for him to take a fresh air outside. Especially after he had been in his house playing games all day. Until then he noticed a pup who was making a small hill with the damp. He recognized her after encounter several times around SunClan, but he never really got to interact with her. So with chances that he could now, it made him had a small smile before he would approach to the pup closely and greeted her while he was at it.[b] "Hey there! Clementine, right? Anyway, how are you going?" As he waited for her to respond, the Luxray then took a seat in front of her and blinked his eyes at her few times, still smiling in a friendly manner.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Clem didn't normally make friends which meant the select few whom she decided to include into her small friendship circle must be quite special in the sense that she only befriended those who she thought would be good enough to be her friend. By that she meant that she would do something to them and they would do the same to her. Like if a friend was captured she swoop in and save the day. Likewise she would be certain that one of her friends would do the same for her. It was an interesting way of thinking but it had gotten her through life with ease so far seeing she was still all together mentally and physically.


    He attention was brought from the pile of nicely moulded sand to the luxray as he approached, flicking her ear in greeting as she swallowed the candy she had been munching on. It was strange to think that his name meant ' well shaped ass'. Well that was her definition of it. But he was a funny guy and enjoyed a good pun every now and then much like her. She could get used to his personality and behaviour. Correct. Clem is good for short though. It's Caleb right? I'll probably call you Cal cause I'm lazy when it comes to names most of the time. And I'm good, what about your fine self?" the shiba inu said with a nod, taking out another Swedish Fish before picking up the box and holding it in his direction, offering him one of the fish shaped candies.[/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10pt; color: #000228][glow=black,2,300][i]"I got a tip for you: Don’t trust me."[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 465px; margin-top: -15px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; color: #000228]Okay, so he did got her name right. That was good. For some reason had he thought that her name would be Amelia. He doesn't even fucking know why he does, but the way she looked and how he saw her personality being displayed so far, the name Amelia seemed to be suitable for her. Just somehow.[b] "Correct'o, bud." replied the Luxray. He raised his imaginary eyebrows in amusement when Clementine decided to call him Cal for the sake of her laziness and chuckled softly. "Cal? Never thought of giving myself an alias name other than Caleb. But I don't mind either you care or not." Caleb blinked his eyes at the box the pup was holding up to him and with a polite smile, he would nod his head as to thank you as he took few of the candies from the box and stared at it for a brief moment. "Well, that's great to hear that you are. For me, I'm doing fantastic." He remained silent after he answered to her returning question and narrowed his eyes slightly to observe the unfamiliar candies he had on on his forepaw at the moment. "What's this if I may ask? What you're eating there doesn't seem to be familiar to me..." softly inquired Caleb with curiosity before he glanced back at the female. It does look good in his first time looking at it if you ask him.


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    FEMALE -- 3 MONTHS -- PANSEXUAL -- SUNCLAN


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]/I'm laughing Amelia. Imagine that XD


    Clem nodded and let out a little chuckle at his words. God imagine if she was called Amelia instead. She would be much more of a cinnamon roll than a sinnamon roll if that was her name. The name Clementine was most likely hee name to make her seem all innocent when she was like the queen of pranks and an all right evil little kid. It didn't help that she was a shibe, it just made her look even cuter and innocent when she was not all lovable and polite. She was only polite to those who gained her respect. No wonder she was one of Nosferatu's little demon spawn, she fit the mould quite well. But there was no fun in fitting in all the time so she wasn't a perfect fit. More like a triangle in a square shaped hole.


    "That's good to hear" She commented after he replied about how he was. Seeing that alot of not so good things had been happening recently it was nice to hear someone was fantastic. "And they're called 'Swedish Fish '. Don't let the name fool you though, they're quite nice actually " She added, taking another one out and popping it into her mouth with a little grin.[/fancypost]
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    Ooh, if Caleb ever realized who she truly was, he would actually like her. Well, he was unsure with the whole "evil" thing (it depended on what were the types of being evil, really). Otherwise he loved doing pranks on other people. It was always a pleasure to him to see someone legit surprised over it, or even a prank like having a pie unexpectedly smack across their face. Oh hell yeah. "...Quite nice you say?" smirked the male, casting back a glance at the Swedish fishes. In the end, he put few into his mouth and chewed them. It tasted chewy. Like those gummy bears. But instead it was shaped as a fish. "Mm, not bad." remarked Caleb as he swayed his head a bit one side to another to show his enthusiasm. "Too bad it doesn't give me a temporary Spanish accent though." added the brown tabby in more of a playful way before he took the rest of the candies and chuckled softly to himself afterwards.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -26px;][glow=#ffdab9,2,300]Why don't you speak it out loud, instead of living in your head?[/glow][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]Well not completely 'evil'. She was more like that devious little kid who everyone was somehow friends with unless you annoyed her. She wasn't fun to have as an enemy seeing that there would be an endless barrage of pranks and such. But being her friend was quite fun. She gave them cool candies and let them in on her plots and pranks. She watched as he ate the swedish fish and nodded at his remark. They were currently her favourite sweet but that would most likely change when she would stumble across some new human delight. "Now that would be cool. Or let you speak that language for five minutes" she commented, eyes lighting up at the possibility that could occur. She could insult others in Swedish. Well, she did know what Javla meant but it wasn't that important to say its meaning.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]