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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]Bandages. A perfect solution for scars. Or so she thought.


    Harley had found a huge roll of them in the temple, and was now proceeding to wrap herself in them. There was a grim look on her face, and she was clearly struggling. Have to...get...not ugly, she thought to herself bitterly as she wrapped them around the base of her tail. Finally she let out a huff and threw them down, angry. "WHY DOES NOTHING WORK FOR ME?!" she yelled, blinking away tears. She didn't want to be a baby, but this was really making her pissed. Hell, if she wasn't so easily captured, she wouldn't have these scars in the first place! "Stupid dad, killing my mom and making me the ugliest thing that ever existed," she muttered under her breath, her claws digging into the dirt. This was a disaster.


    / :,^)
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=coral; border: none; width: 400px; min-height: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px;]WHEN IT'S ALL GONE SING ME THIS SONG ★[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]//trigger warning towards the third sentence and on (until second paragraph) for talk of abuse and implied rape ^^;


    It seemed like luck that Gordon was always around to hear someone scream or yell. The tabby jumped and let out a tiny squeak of surprise as Harley's yell echoed through the halls. As she got closer to the source, she would hear Harley's second comment and flinched. Harley's comment reminded her of Bill... and although he didn't kill her other parent, he did injure them and abused her and her brother. Gordon hadn't seen Finnishwars lately, but the last time she saw them, they looked awful... They were even afriad of the mere mention of Bill. It was almost like they had some sort of terrible flashback, just like her and Billiam. Bill had hit, tortured, and belittled both of them, and had used Gordon more than once. It... broke her. It broke both of them. Billiam and her were luckily to escape Bill's grasp, but not the marks he had on them. While Billiam had mostly mental scars, Gordon had just one physical one. A long scratch that went from the bottom of her stomach to her back. It had been when she tried to stop Bill when he had tried to advance towards her for the third time. She was damn lucky she wasn't killed. That's what Bill said at least, and she honestly believed it. After that, her and Billiam had just ran away. It was the least they could do to stall Bill finding them.


    It seemed like remembering those times caused Gordon to shake and cry a bit. Her lip bled from where she ended up biting it too hard, and without Billiam, she just couldn't stop recalling those memories. And they hurt. They caused fear to flow through her, and as much as Gordon wanted to curl up in a ball, she knew someone else needed comforted. Now was not the time to be dwelling on the past. ... Right?
    Mustering what little energy she had right now, Gordon crawled towards Harley's room and tried to poke her head in. "You're-you're not ugly..." She squeaked out, sniffing.[/fancypost]

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    GENERAL:
    gordon cipher | female (she/her) | member of shadowclan; ex-assassin [hp] | physically and mentally 1 year


    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden tabby feline


    INJURIES & SCARS:
    a long scar from her stomach to her back from bill


    MENTAL HEALTH:
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    post-traumatic stress disorder


    PERSONALITY:
    nervous, easily frightened, anxious, protective, loving, trusting


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single


    [color=goldenrod]CONFRONTATION:
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    physically easy [color=goldenrod]|
    mentally very hard
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    Attack in [color=black]BOLD BLACK


    [color=goldenrod]OTHER:
    [color=goldenrod]•
    all powers
    [color=goldenrod]•
    character bond with billiam
    [color=goldenrod]•
    if you don't want gordon to interrupt a torture/capture thread, please pm this account or my main to let me know!

  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] Sans glanced over at Gordon, lips turning downward in the slightest. He decided to focus on Harley instead. 'I think you're pretty fuckable, actually." Sans' voice was completely serious, lacking any sort of emotion. It was straight and thin, as if he were talking about the weather or how stupid politicians were. "But if you really want to cover yourself up, show me where you want the bandages and I'll help."


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify]Fuckable wasn't a term he had heard in a long while. Though he had to say to here it wasn't really a bad thing here. He perked his ears and then pushed himself to his paws. His pale gaze slipped over to focused on Gordon who seems rather terrified at the moment. He walked toward her first, gently laying his tail over her back in comfort before then looking to Harley. "What's beautiful is subjective. Looks hardly matter really."
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]At the sound of Gordon's voice, Harley didn't even looked her. She just stared at her paws. "If you knew what I looked like before you wouldn't be saying that," she choked, finally letting tears slip silently down her cheeks. Ugh. She then looked up at Sans, her expression not changing. "I don't know what that means," she stated flatly, her amber eyes full of the pain and suffering that she always covered up. "I, I guess you can," she murmured, passing him the bandage roll


    Was she being a baby? She thought so. She wasn't supposed to cry! That was babyish. And the Omorose came over, saying that beauty was on the inside. But was it? "But the voices said I should be pretty on the outside," she said, confused. Wow, Harley really was a psycho.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Fuckable. That wasn't really comforting to Ross but he approached nonetheless as he would make a small motion of his paw as it trying to tell Sans not to put on the bandages, he would angle his ears forward adjusting the glasses on his face "Even someone blind can see the beauty that comes from the inside. What I'm trying to say is that Omorose is right. Beauty doesn't matter on the outside but rather on the inside." What was a good example? He paused only to mew giving a rather cruddy one "Take this for example. A s'more. Now, the Graham cracker is rough around the edges and not appealing but the chocolate and marshmallow are in the middle, the inside. Those are the most beautiful." He paused once more as he sat down nearby Sans' and gave Gordon a comforting smile "Beauty isn't always on the outside but rather the inside. Someone who loves you or even cares can see that." Hell, if he had been blind and unable to see Fayina like she did him then he wouldn't have stopped loving her. Never. The feelings would only grow. Yes, she was breathtaking on the outside but what was on the inside made Ross fall head over heels.
    [ therapist ross to the rescue ]
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:420px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;line-height:1.5]Fayina made her way over beside Omorose, looking up at the sky and down at the ground and then straight ahead to where the adviser seemed to hear the pleading screams of agony that came from Harley. A member who -- while familiar, did not seem to speak to Fay much. Ah well. At her second cry, though, the prophet's interest was pricked, and her ears jerked up. "Hm, I cannot see you, so you are not ugly to me."


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=coral; border: none; width: 400px; min-height: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px;]WHEN IT'S ALL GONE SING ME THIS SONG ★[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]Gordon jumped a bit at Omorose's touch, and briefly glanced at him with wide eyes before she relaxed a bit. From that scare, at least; not exactly from the one before. Slowly but surely she'd recover.


    Gordon forced herself not to bite on her lip again as Harley's response came back. "I-I would say the-the same." She whispered out, unsure of what to say, since everyone practically said what she wanted to say before. There was no need to repeat them, right?[/fancypost]

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    GENERAL:
    gordon cipher | female (she/her) | member of shadowclan; ex-assassin [hp] | physically and mentally 1 year


    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden tabby feline


    INJURIES & SCARS:
    a long scar from her stomach to her back from bill


    MENTAL HEALTH:
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    post-traumatic stress disorder


    PERSONALITY:
    nervous, easily frightened, anxious, protective, loving, trusting


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single


    [color=goldenrod]CONFRONTATION:
    [color=goldenrod]•
    physically easy [color=goldenrod]|
    mentally very hard
    [color=goldenrod]•
    Attack in [color=black]BOLD BLACK


    [color=goldenrod]OTHER:
    [color=goldenrod]•
    all powers
    [color=goldenrod]•
    character bond with billiam
    [color=goldenrod]•
    if you don't want gordon to interrupt a torture/capture thread, please pm this account or my main to let me know!

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    he could barely see past the lens of his mask, and even if he could see, he would still snort. he lumbered over, tail flicking irritably as he muttered "you ain't the ugly one. i am."



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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] "No on here is ugly." Sans' voice held a certain sternness to it. He didn't know how to make other people feel better without his powers, he wasn't good at that. He frowned slightly, moving in front of Harley. "Fuckable mean hot and I would most likely have sex with you. The only exception is that we're animals and this shit is weird." He hardly showed empathy toward her crying, but it appeared as if he was trying to help. He took a sharp inhale, trying to relax his shoulders. "Here, where you want the bandages? I think your scars look pretty badass, but if it makes you happier, might as well help you out."


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]She nodded slightly, silently agreeing. That WOULD be weird. "I look badass?" she questioned. Never heard that one before. "I want them over the biggest scars," she said. But the scars on her face wouldn't be bandaged, as it wasn't exactly possible. Unfortunately.
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