CLOUDS OF MARIJUANA / OPEN, JOINING

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]A beach town near the mountains? Good; he's in need of a holiday. It's been well over a year since he let himself relax, and honestly, the knots in his muscles are becoming more than a simple annoyance — he needs to unwind, and whilst he's not entirely certain how to do that for long, he knows he'll figure it out. He used to be an expert in kicking back and chilling, but the notion of safety is one he's forgotten about. Gave that up when I poked my nose in other people's business. But it was for the greater good, as horrific as his deeds probably were, and he'd not change it if he could. He just regrets his idiocy at times. Regrets not hitting that one guy over the head with a little less force, so his death wasn't as quick and merciful as it was.


    The canine inhales, then exhales, halting at SunClan's border and studying the beach town with an odd sort of intensity. ".. Huh," he grunts, shifting his weight. It looks oddly peaceful, considering it's meant to be occupied by a bunch of animals. He assumes it's the fact that it's a weekend. "Anyone around?"
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    Noel was around the area, wandering aimlessly like everything else she did; no real purpose except to just do it. So, she was pleasantly surprised to see someone at the border a ways away when she did, as her walks were usually only interrupted by birds, and that wasn't fun at all. The ivory canine padded over, a smile already set on her face. Ooh, how she hoped that they were friendly! It seemed that everyone was grumpy at something, or mad at so-and-so. So when she approached, she had the full intent to be as nice as possible.


    Noel cleared her throat as she neared, flashing a smile again. [color=gold]"Hiya, Mister! Welcome to SunClan territory. Anything I can do to help you?" The girl barked, tilting her head to the side slightly.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Grumpy people in SunClan? Tell him that and he'll probably laugh, because it's almost ironic. Clearly this place isn't as sunny as he thought it'd be — but he doesn't really mind. Life's not fun if everyone's smiling all the time — though the idea of happiness is certainly an idyllic one, he'll admit. It's not something he can see himself achieving, not permanently — truly, since he lost his parents, he doesn't think he's ever felt happy, though that doesn't mean he's wallowing in permanent anger or sadness. His moods fluctuate just like anybody else's, but to him, happiness feels like a permanent state, rather than a temporary emotion, a sign that he's got everything he could ever want and he's well and truly content. And he's not, and he may not be for a long time, but that doesn't mean he can't smile. Far from it, in fact, and when he spies Noelani approaching with a grin on her face, almost hopeful in its brightness, he finds the corners of his own lips lazily twitching upwards in an answering smirk of his own. "Heya, doll," he replies, his voice inoffensive and somehow respectful, head bowing just slightly. "The usual, really — I'm lookin' to join, if that's not an issue. The name's Tybalt, though I usually go by Crimsoncowl, now."
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    Noel grinned even wider, nodding enthusiastically. "Of course! Welcome, then!" She barked, blinking quickly. "I'm Noelani, but I either go by Noel, Noe, or Lani. You choose. It's nice to meet you, Crimsoncowl!" The girl said cheerfully. She had about a thousand nicknames whirling in her head right now, but she wouldn't say any of them... yet. Some people didn't like nicknames and that's fine.


    The canine turned back in the direction of the town, then back to the new SunClanner. "Camp's just over that way. A lot of people have houses there, but mine is right over...
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    She took a moment to point out a separated house on the cliff, a small winding path just barely visible. [color=gold]"Right there."

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]A thousand nicknames? That's a lot, and almost certainly an exaggeration, but he doesn't mind. Honestly, he doesn't really resent nicknames — he's had plenty over his time, including jesting titles bestowed upon him by others, including those who, on hearing his real name, pull up their knowledge on Romeo and Juliet and dub him The Prince of Cats. Heck — even Crimsoncowl comes from an alias given to him by the members of the city he used to live in. He's a walking nickname, and if Noelani wishes to give him another one, then he won't complain. "Charmed, Noel. Your name's Hawaiian, right? Means heavenly mist over there."


    His shoulders relax, and he follows the fellow canine's gaze as she looks towards the town. "I see," he says, 'cause he does, and he bobs his head once, eyes shifting to the individual house. It's secluded, but it looks like an enjoyable place to unwind. He can see why she picked it. "Bet that's got an incredible view, huh? Thanks for the pointers, Noel. I'll try and find my way there— I don't s'pose you'd wanna accompany me, would ya?"
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#a4a4a4;border:none;width:450px;height:332px;padding:0px;border-radius:5px][fancypost bgcolor=;border:none;width:450px;height:20px;padding:0px;font-family:verdana;color:#e6e6e6;font-size: 8px;line-height:20px;text-align:center]template by #punki-chan; beware hidden scrolling[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6;border:none;width:450px;height:2px;padding:0px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=;border:none;width:50px;height:300px;padding:0px;background:url(http://oi57.tinypic.com/2jb8r5…at:left;border-radius:0px 0px 5px 5px;margin-left:10px][fancypost bgcolor=#ffffff;border:none;width:inherit;height:inherit;padding:0px;opacity:0.1;border-radius:5px;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#A9BCF5;border:none;width:370px;height:300px;padding:0px;margin-right:10px;border-radius:0px 0px 5px 5px][fancypost bgcolor=#B1C4FF;border:none;border-bottom:2px solid #e6e6e6;width:360px;height:40px;padding:5px 0;font-family:baskerville old face;color:#ffffff;font-size:30px;line-height:30px;text-align:left; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 10px]can't find paradise on the ground[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; height; 10px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #424242; margin-top: -5px; text-align: right]Noelani - Female -Sunclan[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; height: 228px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 228px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #424242; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; text-transform: none]
    Noel gaped at him a moment, before grinning again. "Yeah!" She barked, eyes widening just a bit. He seemed nice, and worldly, which was a good combination. As Crimsoncowl spoke, she turned back to the camp, flicking her large ears. "I don't mind at all. And yeah, it's got a really nice view, but it's hecka hard to get to." "I think you'll like the town- It's big, all the houses are great, and a lot of the people are like family. They're all really nice. I think they'll like you, too." She yammered, then snapped her mouth shut. [color=gold]"Sorry. I ramble a lot when I get excited."
    Noel said, grinning again.


    The canine started to trot away, waving with her short tail for the hellhound to follow.


    //rushed aa
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Her awed expression causes his own smirk to widen a touch, shifting into a warm grin. "Thought so," he says, cracking his neck absentmindedly. There's something good about her response, something unusual — it's not just that she seems impressed by his knowledge, but she's just as aware of the meaning of her name as he is; she's intelligent too, despite the stereotypes surrounding effervescent nature. That's an odd comfort, one that allows him to ease over the border without his previous tenseness, eyes back on the town as Noelani pipes up. "I don't mind working to reach my home. It'll keep me trim, right?" his tone's joking, but he's being serious; despite the seemingly lax aura about SunClan, he's not willing to let himself ease into civilian life just yet — not entirely. He's a man of work, after all, used to fighting to survive. Letting go of his routine all in one is simply too much for him to stomach. He'll be on overdrive for a while.


    He laughs amiably as she shuts herself up, shaking his head. "Honestly, I don't mind. You get this excited for all newcomers?" as she sets off, the canine falls into step just behind her and to the left, matching her pace.
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    "Mm... I guess. It's just that I usually cart scrap and flowers to my house and back, so when I pull a wagon it kills my back." She barked, screwing her face up comically. But she did have to admit he had a point; it did keep her in shape, no matter how grueling it was sometimes.


    At his mention of her being that excited, she nodded absentmindedly. [color=gold]"Yup. It's always nice to meet new people. It widens your perspective, yeah?" She barked, her tone almost sleepy for a second. Then she snapped out of it, and regained her bounce.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; color: #BDBDC6;][justify]♦[size=3pt][color=transparent]--[/size] [size=9pt]The hybrid, like this newcomer seemed to, often thought long, and deep, about the details and meanings of someone's personality, opinions, appearance, name, ext. Maybe it was out of habit, for the sake of his hobbies, or even to feed his paranoia, but either way, he always hated how he did this without thinking. He preferred not to have set opinions on others, just to try and limit the amount of negative feelings that might spring up because of it, but it was always hard not to have a first impression of someone. That's why, when he noticed his younger clan-mate leading a newcomer to the main city, he attempted to refrain from studying the hellhound's russet colored fur and many accessories. He took note of the chill personality the guy seemed to have, and the way he showed himself off, but he left it at that, and decided to let their future encounters form an opinion of him later.


    "Who's this trim looking man you've got with you?" Asked the dark-eyed vampire as he jumped down from his place on some tall rocks near the city's entrance. He'd heard most of their conversation already, thanks to his twentyfour-seven super senses, but he'd somehow missed the guy's name. From his commented about Noelani's name meaning, he assumed that the joiner's name would somehow relate to his personality, or appearance, much like his own did. Slowly taking steps towards the two, the white witch said, "I'm Sugaredpoison, but you can just call me Suga, and I'm a Silverblood here. Welcome to SunClan, mate. Looks like Noel already showed you the way to the camp, but if you need tour for the rest of the territory I'd be happy to show you around."


    // welcome to sunclan, sharkbear!! can't wait to see crim around more, he seems like such an entertaining character to roleplay with c: if you want to plot, have any questions, ext, please feel free to pm me![/size]

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Scrap and flowers? "Odd combo, but I'm not judgin'. If ya need any help cartin' things back and forth, gimme a holler and I'll see what I can do. Can't have ya killin' your back, can we?" he's not the largest creature on the planet, but he's strong, and he doubts he'll have many issues assisting Noelani by playing carthorse. 'Sides, it sounds like an entertaining training regime; dragging items up and down a likely-painful path like a work animal. He'd be able to handle something like that. He's probably handled worse (he's definitely handled worse).


    Her next words quieten him, and Crimsoncowl mulls over that for a while. Widens his perspective? He thinks back to the city, the air thick with choking smog, the gang wars and innocent deaths that plagued the place. Money was stolen from the masses and hoarded by the few, who lived in their secluded little area, where the grass was a little greener and the houses were build like palaces, and everyone else scrounged off of nothing. Every time a kid died, he grew angrier, and then, when the girl down the road was mowed down, he— well, he's met plenty of people in his time, and most of them were assholes. A lot of them are dead now, too, killed by their allies, rival gang members, himself, the fire. "I s'pose it does. Makes life more interestin', anyway." he concurs, bobbing his head in agreement.


    His expression shifts as Suga speaks, eyes wandering up to the vampire and following him as he leaps down to stand in front of them. Trim? Ah, well, he did mention it, he supposes, though it was a jest. "Who, me?" he feigns shock, lips quirking again into a small smile. "The name's Tybalt, though I don't use it much. I tend to go by Crimsoncowl, nowadays." of course, the mask helps with his reasoning, but he did used to have a hooded cloak, too. He lost it in the fire, but perhaps that's a good thing — he moves easier without it, and there's no longer as much for an enemy to grab onto. "Nice to meetcha, Suga. And yeah, she's a wonderful travellin' companion—" he grins at her— "but I'd not say no to a tour. Knowin' me, I'd get lost without one."


    [Ah, thank you!! I'm really excited to roleplay him myself. + I will, thank you!]
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; height: 62px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/WLnq9o7.png); padding-top: 30px; border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px;][fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 200px; height: 22px; padding-top: 12px;][align=center][size=9pt]FINNISHWARS PRAELIUM[/size]

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    Welcome to SunClan. 'M Finnishwars, a Silverblood, but you can call me Finn. Fancy names you got there. Your parents fans of Shakespeare, or just the Prince of Cats? they questioned with a snort, referencing the man he was named after. While they didn't bother advertising it, they were rather well read, with all the time on their hands, so of course they understood who Tybalt happened to be.


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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]His eyes flit over Noelani's form, taking in the sudden change of demeanour. It happened earlier, a brief slip in a frisky façade, but not to this extent. He furrows his brow just a touch, watching her attempt to recover and respond to the smile he'd worn moments ago, and no, there's definitely something off here. "You alright, ami?" perhaps she's not sleeping; perhaps it's a condition. He doesn't know, but he's no stranger to calling people out when he believes there's something wrong, and brief lapses of semiconsciousness aren't healthy — he knows that from experience. "If you're that tired, you might wanna take a nap."


    Finn isn't the first person to believe that he's strange, or off-putting, or.. unusual — it was a common opinion, once, though he swears he's not inanely cruel, and his intentions aren't bad. There aren't any ulterior motives, and he's not looking for anything suspicious — when he claims he's here for a change of scenery, it's true. A fresh start, a new page in his book — 'course, he can't erase the past, and he's not looking to forget it, but moving on is a nice notion. He rather likes the idea of starting anew in a place where his past deeds don't immediately define him, as necessary as those deeds were. "Nice to meetcha, Finn," he greets, eyes shifting over the Silverblood's form briefly. They've recognisable enough appearance — he doesn't believe he'll forget them easily. "Well, I can't say I know for sure. Considerin' my surname's Montague, could be that they were fans of Shakespeare and were feelin' ironic, or maybe they were just misguided."
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      Forward he came, wrapped within the crimson stained bandages of his own faults as he did so. It had been the noise of others that had drawn Wolfsong from his postion to the ever-gathering group. The moment he haulted movement to settle alongside Finnishwars, a smile fell seemlessly upon ablaster features. Wolfsong couldn't help but find grand amusement in Crismoncowl's behavior, finding it similiar to another in which he thought fondly of, [b]"Everyone's a bit misguided, it's just how you let it affect you that makes the difference I suppose. Besides, it's a very nice name. "
      Mused the youth, "Welcome home, Crimsoncowl."


      He stated this with the scent of mixed clans stangent upon his own tattered pelt, showing he had no home and had no plans of staying in the blizardclan's borders beyond when he'd healed and yet there he was spewing nonsense about knowing of a home. He was a strange one indeed. "I'm Wolfsong, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir." It was unknown exactly where he'd found his manners from, having been raised within the exiles with a "father" who was anything less than unruly, perhaps it was from the set his parents he could not recalle.