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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 330px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Plopping herself just outside one of the vine-ridden templates, the half-lidded eyes of the girl gracefully began to close and bat as her vision became blurrier and blurrier. The warmth of the day had set in and since it had spread its generosity to the slab she lay against it seeped into her soft fur. The heat had such a hold on her it could turn a chatty spell of her's into a repressed silence as she was lulled to a nap. This time, she fought with little effort and was able to keep her eyes open enough to faintly yip, "Meet and greet, for those who care."



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    [spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][color=black]THE BASICS
    • Lackadaisy Mysterium
    • NPC x NPC
    • 6 months
    • Faceclaim is Saorise Ronan

    THE LOOKS
    • Lackadaisy is a small sized Jack Russell Terrier, suitable for her breed. She has pure snowy fur that is well-kept and the only markings he has is a stripe of brown in the middle of her thin tail, a spot of the same chestnut brown just above her brown eye, and a few speckles of it are found on her perky folded ears. She is missing her left eye which is kept tightly shut.


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    THE PERSONALITY
    • Lazy, lacks interest in thing, pessimistic, neat freak
    • Loyal, loving, soft, poetic, brave, capable, loves nature and most all birds


    THE INTERACTION INFO.
    • Easy
    • No kill / torture
    • Yes to capture
    • Attack in bold italiacs

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    StarClan, Jericho's attended an awful lot of meet and greets and joinings lately. Then again, he's said it once and he'll say again that it isn't a bad thing. He's just been saying his name an awful lot and welcoming people an awful lot, which... becomes a little tiring. Nonetheless, he doesn't want anyone to feel unwelcome or left out, so the tired little feline comes limping over to Lackadaisy nonetheless. "Ah, h-hi," he speaks, exhaling lightly and offering a meek smile before seating himself. "I... d-don't believe we've met before, um... I'm J-Jericho. It's a pleasure to- to meet y-you," he says, before falling silent once more. He doesn't even know the girl's name yet, but he assumes that she'll announce it in response and thus doesn't bother prompting her for it.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Mortality was, in the crudest of terms that Castiel would be much too meek to utter aloud, a bitch. Without his angelic power, he found that his body required near constant attention; when it didn't want food, it wanted water. When it didn't want water, it wanted sleep. When it didn't want sleep, it wanted... ten other things all at once. It was infuriating, and limiting, and he just wanted to be an angel again. How his clanmates stood being mortal all the time, he had no idea.


    His thoughts continues along this line as he approached Jericho and Lackadaisy, whom he didn't recognize. He was moments from offering his usual greeting as he hauled himself up onto the slab of rock, but he was overcome with a sudden sense of extreme drowsiness as the warmth of the afternoon sun wrapped around him and got under his dappled brown fur. Instead, a yawn pried open his maw, and he found himself sliding into a laying position a foot or so away from the strange feline. He blinked large blue eyes at her, slowly, eyelids heavy. "...Do you ever get tired of requiring sleep to live?" The scrawny young tom would mutter, dropping his head. "I find it... quite infuriating."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]Honestly, Par loved meet and greets. The chance to get to know clanmates better, see some familiar faces, greet some new ones - the tiger loved it. She was extremely social, after all, it was as if she was born to be in the Commune Guild. And now she was the councilman! Alongside Yosafire, of course. It had been a wonderful surprise, the recent meeting. "Hey, I'm Partyanimal," Par greeted, padding over and taking a seat near the group, smiling at Jericho and Castiel before turning to Lackadaisy, considering she didn't know this one well, or, actually, at all. "But just call me Par. It's nice to meet you!"


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    Meet and greets seemed to be common things. Interesting. The ebony feline trotted over, blinking his dark tired eyes towards this yet-another-stranger. Gosh, these clans were horribly populated, weren't they? "Isn't sleeping a normal thing?" He murmured in confusion towards towards the former angel before staring towards the one who had started the meeting-greeting. "My name is Wilson. Hello what's your namey?" He felt as if it would be awkward if he didn't know their name.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:LAVENDER;]Lewis liked sleeping but due to insomnia he couldn't sleep quite well but he supposed that he was fine with that as he walked over aiming to give Castiel a playful nudge [b]"Oh Cassie, you."     He smiled at his daughter tiredly before he'd sit down resting his chin on Castiel's back with a friendly wag of his fiery tail his attention was drawn over to Wilson giving a soft "mhm" then would speak with a gentle tone directed to Lackadaisy "Hello darling. How are you doing?"

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    What if you don't care? Can you still participate? the butterscotch kitsune stated in their constant dry tone, already tapping a paw against the ground from impatience. They weren't really a fan of sitting around and introducing themselves, but it was something that had to get done, right? so they continued on, as much as they were clearly unenthusiastic about the whole concept. I'm Finnishwars Praelium. Finn for short. I dunno, nice to meet you. I guess. Are you new here, or what?


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    Tiredness. There was something that she could find relations with and there was something she felt a true connection to. The equal sluggishness written of the cat's face gave her hope that there should be people out there who she could get to know without growing bored of. She grew bored so easily. [b]"Hello."     Her dimmed eyes followed the clumsy movements. He was awful jittery. She thought it silly. "No, I don't think so either. It is nice to meet you too, Jericho." His name sounded Native American, handsome, really. Rich and probably had an expansive backstory. People should be judged on how their name sounded. It'd be a lot easier for her to figure them out. Ah, but she had not said her own name. How forgetful. "Lackadaisy."


    He too knew what life was all about. Growing lethargic and just wanting to sleep through it if he could help it. Not those exact terms but she made herself believe it. The little dog settled her quaint head on small paws and pricked ears somewhat forward to hear him better. "Most certainly." She was glad to answer the question. It seemed her life was made up of naps and irritation with finding little fun in things. She should pick up her act but she liked repetition and had grown close to it as a child does its friend. "Rightfully so, sir. Then again, if it weren't there then where would our dreams be and where would not having worry about things be?" Sleep was the master creator of worlds unseen and unbelievable in a place so non inviting as Earth. It painted the beautiful pictures of relaxation and not bothering about growing up or fending for yourself or being bested. It was a perfect safe haven.


    She was happy for the company. Any company was good company even if they were not giving a care for you and only talking among themselves. She just wanted to hear a voice or two and felt everything would be as it should. "I like that name.", she admitted. She loathed parties, honestly. They sounded loud and probably had hoards of people. But it might fit this young lady who looked like she had spark left in her to run and dance around like she had heard normal parties should go. "OK, Par. You too."


    Huzzah for more tired people. The only way of life she felt she could handle the same said of the people who practiced the art of sleepiness and bedhead. As his question had been addressed to the fellow beside her, she would not take time out of her life to interfere. It would be most rude of her. "My namey is Lackadaisy. Good day, Wilson." Cute how he had said "[i]name".


    Her own father was a believer in sleep, it seemed. Pleasant. He should share in the miracles it worked. The dim fur and light that made up his tail was so calming to look at it and she should think that it was as fast as blinking for him to wink off to the land of clouds and starlight that she saw when she slept. "Hi, Pa. Well, thank you."


    How many tails did it have to itself? She tried to pinpoint but felt she couldn't what with shaking herself from her daze and that did not settle well with her. "Yes." She did not care for many things and though she cared for this she did not care for talking. Yet here she was, responding clearly and moving black, rubbery lips. It did not look happy and she could not blame it. There were glad and sad things in the world even when one was not feeling one way or the other and it was no good to look at those who were happy when you were sad or enraged. "Hey, Finn. Same. Yeah."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: center;color: white;width: 390px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -3px; font-size:8px; line-height: 11px;]hidden scrolling | lightsy loves you[/fancypost]


    [align=center][spoiler=tags][font=times new roman]THE BASICS
    • Lackadaisy Mysterium
    • NPC x NPC
    • 6 months
    • Faceclaim is Saorise Ronan

    THE LOOKS
    • Lackadaisy is a small sized Jack Russell Terrier, suitable for her breed. She has pure snowy fur that is well-kept and the only markings he has is a stripe of brown in the middle of her thin tail, a spot of the same chestnut brown just above her brown eye, and a few speckles of it are found on her perky folded ears. She is missing her left eye which is kept tightly shut.


    [color=white]Ref.


    THE PERSONALITY
    • Lazy, lacks interest in thing, pessimistic, neat freak
    • Loyal, loving, soft, poetic, brave, capable, loves nature and most all birds


    THE INTERACTION INFO.
    • Easy
    • No kill / torture
    • Yes to capture
    • Attack in bold italiacs