GOOEY | open, moping

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height:140%; width:400px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Jeez, Rick wasn't gonna leave this place. This stupid, weird dimension full of talking animals. He wondered how his family was doing, and, uh, his frie- well, the people from school were doing. "Thi-this is dumb, euh," the feline complained with a pout.


    [spoiler=TAGS]- Morty Smith | male
    - teenaged | physically 13 months
    - blizzardclan | citizen
    - trying to get Rick back to his own dimension


    - Morty is a small, chubby havana brown cat with short fur and long whiskers. His coloring is shades of brown, fur being darker, eyes being lighter. Voice constantly breaks due to puberty, which he is going through in his own dimension.


    - kind | good morals | bursts of bravery | patient
    - awkward | untraditional genius | trusting
    - anger issues | wimp | idiot | no back bone


    - physically and mentally easy
    - relies on Rick for help in battle
    - no powers


    - beth smith x jerry smith | summer smith; sister
    - grandson and partner of Rick Sanchez
    - single | heterosexual | faint questioning
    - no crush

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The servaline had been passing by, at the time - a simple walk to clear her mind, having been her plan. Yet, the resounding tone of distaste happened to tug her attention from what she had planned out for herself, instead, shifting her gaze towards Morty. "Ah.. What's dumb?" Tama would ask, upon approach, fictional brows furrowing as she noted the other's prominent pout. They seemed quite discontent with something, though she wasn't aware as to what, especially considering that she hadn't managed to catch his appearance, beforehand.


    TAGS 21/08/2016

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]I WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERS, NO MORE LIES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Hearing Morty's complait, the blonde tabby sprinted over almost falling over when he skidded to a halt. He tilted his cranium in confusion- Tama's question was valid, of course, and he would echo her question to exclaim a loud, "What she said," while his vibrant orange gaze was fixated upon Morty.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Dimension of talking animals. So yes, when Lostboy first arrived here it was definitely weird. However, she gradually got used to the whole power, animals, and not being human thing. Lostboy didn't really miss her old life anymore. "Hm." The female hummed as she sat behind Tama, deciding against repeating what Barry or Tama said.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px][justify]What I wouldn't give to be in his shoes. You can only pretend to change yourself for so long, after that it all comes catching up with you. But to be forcibly put in a different place, a different dimension, for Christ's sake, oh the power I would have. Anyone I wanted to be, I could. No longer would I simply put on an act -- I would become my role. Method acting to the extreme.


    I didn't know this. I didn't know this because he hadn't told. I, whoever I was at this point in time, found my way over. I glared at Morty, a stab of jealousy piercing my stomach. That should be me. That should be me center stage, me complaining over superficial things. I bit down on my tongue so hard it about split in two. What a lucky bastard, and he didn't even know it.


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