I USED TO RULE THE WORLD // open, injury

Hauntedparade · Oct 21st 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 2px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 15px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana;]He was losing his touch. He was slacking. He was falling behind. He was [i]lost. He was facing exactly what he feared--failure. And the worst part was, he had no clue why.

He'd simply gone to the gym to practice his tosses when he realized, after four hours of practicing nothing but imperfect, disappointing tosses, that he was terrible. He couldn't do it accurately. He couldn't do it cleanly. He couldn't do it. So after those four hours, he switched to serves. But his serves--even his amazing serves--were disgustingly bad. Night had fallen an hour ago, but still the sound of volleyballs hitting the gym floor could be heard.

He knew it was bad, he knew he was definitely pulling an Oikawa on this, but he couldn't stop. He was so horrible, he couldn't stop. If he stopped now, he'd never forgive himself. If he stopped now, he would never get his grip back. Of course, this was all in his head--this pressure, this imperfection--but he simply couldn't see it. So there he stood, a volleyball held in a paw, chest heaving with breaths he couldn't seem to catch, bone tired and unable to fix anything.

"I have...to work...harder..." he muttered, sending aother ball hurtling to the other end of the court. He landed unevenly, grimacing in pain as he collapsed to the floor of the gym, his hind left leg stinging like he'd injured it.

Great.

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THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS
Cat {birth}
Tobio is a sleek, lanky black-furred domestic feline with dull navy blue eyes that always seem to be narrowed in irritation or anger. He also has very faint navy blue stripes around his front ankles, though they seem to fade away and reappear at random. His right ear has a rather large notch in it, and he's got bite scars on his right shoulder and left hindleg, as well as slashes across his chest and back, and a formerly broken leg that still hurts sometimes.
Cougar {main} (ref)
Tobio is a lithe melanistic cougar with faint navy blue stripes around his front ankles. His eyes are a dull navy color, and they always hold a certain degree of anger in them, though sometimes they are the only way to read his true emotions. In this body, he has no injuries yet.
---Kasai
Tobio usually has a young crow with a broken right wing perched on his back, head, or shoulder somewhere, named Kasai (meaning fire in Japanese, I believe). Tobio rescued the little thing when his wing was broken in the storm, and now he can't fly, so Tobio helps him get around by carrying him until his wing heals. He's basically Tobio's pet, though he'll never admit he likes Kasai.

THEN MIND YOUR BIZ
Telepathy — undiscovered

IF YOU WANNA START SOMETHING
Average physically | Hard to medium mentally
Attack in bolded blue or risk being ignored
Mental health: 96%
-- Still doubting himself
Physical health: 90%
--Injured left hindleg

KNOW ONE THING: I’M KING
Forever alone
Needs friends
Speaks both Japanese and English

salters · Oct 21st 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]yuri had felt subsidiary plenty of times in his life, but the feeling of inferiority was much more familiar to him compared to the feeling of failure. he messed up sometimes, but it wasn't necessarily failure. yuri plisetsky was a confident guy, arrogant even, but he had his bad days.

the cream feline had been exploring what was left of colouredclan's main camp - night was a much quieter time to be out and about; not too many were awake and those that were barely paid him any mind. he could've jogged straight past the gym if it weren't for the sounds of volleyballs being tossed - or rather slammed - around. he was surprised nobody was out complaining about the racket. it wasn't any of his business, but he was curious, at least. the small feline would bound up the steps and come to peek through the half-open entrance.

this guy.. yuri had never seen him before. sure, he had an affinity for avoiding people that had the chance to prove themselves annoying, but he'd never even caught a glimpse of this guy through his bedroom window. probably didn't get out much. "Эй, you okay?" he wasn't really up for dealing with some stranger sobbing into their paws about their inferiority complex, but id't seem pretty a.ssholish, even for yuri, to leave this guy here alone. besides, if there was one cat in the clan that had experience with messed ankles, it was probably him. skating was a hell of a sport.
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NIGHTTALES XERSES · Oct 21st 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Had Nighttales ever worked himself to the point of injury? Not really - or well, perhaps, in a particular way. He had never worked like this, physically pushing his vessel beyond its limits. He had lived long enough with Demios, however, to have eventually realised that trying to loosen her grip on his soul only resulted in painful backlash. Though, that and this certainly weren't the same thing. Honestly, Nighttales had at one point been the type to believe himself to be inferior - but back then, he truly had been.. He had been the time to sulk or get laid or go on a stroll, instead of working hard. When he had been a child, he had studied and trained plenty - not to the point where he had been harming his health, but eventually.. he had just grown bored of it all; of working hard.

Colouredclan had changed that, though. It had presented him with a reason to work hard. It had presented him with goals and aims and people to protect. It fueled him with a purpose that he had been empty of, aside from a few self-destructive childish dreams.

"No, you don't." Nighttales would add, drawing to a halt by Yuri briefly, and shifting his heterochromatic orbs towards Tobio, whom quickly found themselves falling again due to their injury. "You're going to sit here until I get Grey, alright? No more training tonight." Tobio was obviously pushing himself far beyond his noted boundaries. There wasn't anything wrong with improvement, but the whole point in practice was for it to be constructive, instead of destructive.

TAGS 16/08/2016

~Greymatter~ · Oct 21st 2016

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[sub]☾ Greymatter never really worked herself to the point of an injury either. She had a few shallow scars from a few scrapes in her life, but nothing drastic. She had worked herself to the point of exhaustion before. For reasons similar to Tobio's. She had to be good, she had to study medicine and thoroughly understand it.

"I'm here," She said as she walked into the gym door, "Nighttales told me you hurt your leg--where does it hurt, exactly?"

//rushed + are we looking at broken or just sprained a muscle?

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? HINATA, S. · Oct 21st 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana;]Ah, this was familiar. He had overworked himself once upon a time a couple months ago, though it didn't really result in injury like Tobio, but he understood somewhat, to feel hapless.

Admittedly, he probably shouldn't be walking about with the injuries he had but here he was anyways, limping and partially dragging himself around at night when he should be sleeping and resting up. Shouyou didn't like being kept in his house when he was injured, he had to do something and this eventually led him to the gym. It was by pure instinct, and he hadn't meant to go so far into the territory. He'd lost track of time. He had to have been wandering around for an hour and now his bones felt even more worn and tired. He was going to regret this in the morning, but he learned not to care.

Shouyou's nicked left ear flicked as he heard Nighttales' voice, his coffee-brown gaze shifting in the direction he thought he heard the ColouredClan leader. He shifted, wincing quietly as he altered his path to approach the serval. What was he doing? He wondered with a brief frown making its way onto his features. He inclined his head to the side as he drew up beside Nighttales and that was when he noticed the appearance of another. It was someone he hadn't met before... His gaze flicked about, and he soon saw his friend laying unceremoniously on the ground. The boy's eyes widened considerably, his eyebrows raising with the worry that grasped him. "K... Kageyama-kun..." He murmured, wheezing as he sat down and looked at the ebony and navy cougar. "N-Nande? Why are you... hurting yourself for?" He didn't expect Tobio to answer him, though he wanted some kind of explanation as to why his friend was doing this to himself. It honestly made him upset to see anyone, especially his friends, act like this. He supposed this was how bad they felt when they found him that one day crying in the gym Flighttaken had fixed up for him...
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tags | 10/18/16

RECENT EVENTS:
★ Captured and tortured by the Exiles
★ Returned to ColouredClan
★ N/A

APPEARANCE:
★ DOMESTIC FELINE [CURRENT] | HEALTH: 85% | REFERENCE
— An bright orange and white bi-colored domestic cat with wide coffee colored almond-shaped eyes and messy, unkempt and wild fur. His paws, some parts of his chest, legs, throat, underbelly, and face have a sort of creamy coloring though as you reach his extremities (toes, etc.) it becomes a stark white. He is often adorned with bandages and band-aids as he hurts himself quite often. Hinata is shorter than average, standing roughly at the height of an eight month old apprentice. He has a relatively thin build and is very athletic. A more recent feature that had been added is a pair of black feathery wings that he had grown in. The wing span is just over a meter.
— MAJOR INJURIES: Reopening of chest wound
— MINOR INJURIES: Multiple broken ribs, general bruising around the side and facial area, small scratches on wrists and legs, two slash wounds on right side over his back

★ SHIKOKU KEN [SECONDARY] | HEALTH: 100% | REFERENCE
— An black and tan Shikoku Ken with warm, honey brown eyes and fluffy, thick fur that also has chocolate undertones. Most of the tan appears on his jaw and cheeks, his throat, chest, legs, underbelly, and tail. There is also a tan stripe that comes from under his stomach and crosses across his shoulder blades. His tail curls across his back and is notably the fluffiest part of his body apart from his neck.
— MAJOR INJURIES: N/A
— MINOR INJURIES: N/A

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single, not interested | No crushes | ½ of the forever alone squad
★ Would probably date himself if he could
★ Protective over close friends and family; relatively easy to makes friends with
★ Trusts people too easily; gets attached quickly, clingy
★ Unknown x Unknown | Presumably Gen 1 | No apprentice
★ Adoptive father of Rosepaw

INTERACTION:
★ Shapeshifting | Average mentally | Hard physically
★ Attack in bold #FF4500 or #FFFFFF
★ May attempt to run away from larger opponents but has no problem going against opponents close to his own size or smaller.
★ Will get on your nerves eventually
★ Can powerplay non-violent actions
— NOTE: Touching his dislocated left hind leg may bring extreme discomfort and may be met with crying, panic, and maybe anger.

Hauntedparade · Oct 21st 2016

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Ignoring everyone surrounding him, the catamount shifted his navy gaze to Greymatter, muttering softly, "Shxt..."I'm fine... He climbed slowly to his paws, eyes shifting to Shouyou, filled with both shame and anger at the same time. Standing before all of them, his injured leg lifted off the ground, he growled, "I'm fine, see?"

He didn't want anyone to see him now, when he was at his weakest. He didn't want anyone to know how stupid he was. He didn't want anyone, especially Shouyou, to know that he had cared so poorly for himself. This had to be the lowest point in his life.

((Mobile yuck))

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~Greymatter~ · Oct 22nd 2016

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[sub]☾ //wow I just reread my first post and saw how crappy it was. Note to self, do not write when you're still half-asleep and can barely make out the screen.

Greymatter's mouth twists at the sound of the feline adamantly denying help. It reminds her of Lullabysong, as drastic as that comparison may be. Medics can only help those who wish to receive it. A mantra Kestrelflight--Emptyskies--had drilled in her head as a nurse.

It was what she could remember most. It was an odd thing. She could remember being promoted as a nurse and Kestrelflight teaching the basics but she can't remember anything else from her time as a nurse. She became Empty's replacement as head doctor for a short time, so surely she spent months by his side? Yet it is still part of her life that remains a mystery.

"Tobio, I won't force medical aid onto you. But if it is really bothering you--it'll only grow worse with time," She levels his glare with a steady look, "Trust me, I've experienced what happens when an injury is left untreated."

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Frightfur Seraphim M. ! · Oct 22nd 2016

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If Frightfur could have read Greymatter's mimd about the whole 'a medic can't force help onto anyone who didn't want it' he have to shove in her face a time he was quite literally fighting with both Emptyskies and Dimitri for them trying to heal him from his overdose and terrible trip. That was a god awful memory and he didn't think back to it at this time. Tobio was the focus even if he didn't want to be.

His leg he still didn't put weight on, the white serval noted. He stayed near the back and hummed. "No treatment does suck ass, I'd know, of course. But, Tobio, I couldn't help but notice that..." he did finish what he was saying amd his western drawl faded into nothing but unwelcome silence. That...that he wasn't a bad shot. If he'd played against this guy, or Hinata for that matter, he be royally f.cked in a game of volleyball (but he'd not be trumped in tennis, no siree).

//@frosty: what do you mean? I do that all the time

character tags/info — updated 10/21

Hauntedparade · Oct 23rd 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 2px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 15px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana;]Sighing wearily at the Doctor's words, the cougar let himself gently drop to the floor again, dull navy eyes slipping shut in shame, exhaustion, or perhaps a mix of both. "...Fine... Do what you need to..." he murmured, deciding that resisting treatment would probably just put him in a worse situation later on down the road. Just as both Greymatter and Frightfur said.

He was going to leave it at that, but then his curiosity got the best of him and he ended up asking the white serval, "What was that, Frightfur?" He wanted to know what the Captain had been about to say. WHat couldn't he help but notice?

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Frightfur Seraphim M. ! · Oct 24th 2016

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"What was what?" Fright responded sarcastically, playing dumb as he focused on conjuring what was needed now that their friend, Tobio, would play along with their band of medics game—or rather, he accept treatment.

He didn't answer hinestly for some time. He didn't like honest answer dripping from his pale, zipped shut lips with a zipper o despair. People sometimes couldn't handle the truth. Yet? This time, it just seemed cruel to leave it out.

So, conjuring and securing a ziplock bag a ice in a wrap of gauze, he moved to place it against the dark panther's sprained ankle. This was to numb or to help lessen swelling...if the injury needed more or if a tendon was torn or something was fractured, he just slip on by and let that be Greymatter's problem. Until then, he was helping by doing this.

"Oh, yea. I remember now, Tobio. I was thinking that you're stupid and ridiculous for doing this to yourself. Or that you throw a really mean serve, get me?" Because that's impressive.

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~Greymatter~ · Oct 27th 2016

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[sub]☾ "Thank you Frightfur," She nods towards the ice pack.

She turns her head over at Tobio, "It seems to me that you only have a sprain--given you were able to put some weight on it. You should ice it daily and keep your weight off of it. I wouldn't attempt too much exertion or you might make it worse than it already is."

//rushed!

TAGS — updated 9/29

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