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    When an NPC pushed her into the storage door.


    The door contained all the juice boxes that she had brought to DarkClan before her switcheroo. She opened her eyes, and some juice boxes spilled out.


    Cue suspense music.


    Oprah growled and snarled, barking angrily at the juice boxes, scaring the NPC off. "No, no, get that away from me!" she barked, albeit her tone was happy. She used her claws to slice open a juice box, watching the juice flood out. Slicing a few more, she backed away, snarling, her fur ruffled.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]What the? At the sound of noise, Sera walked over to this...Orpah and slowly looked up at her. Why in the heck was the scared of juice? It was actually pretty good. "Hey Miss Crazy, what are you doing?" she asked, her tone neutral. Usually this chick was the definition of an optimist, but now she was acting like the juice could murder her. Weird weird weird!
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    info — updated 11/29


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial; line-height:100%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] well... that was certainly weird. it wasn't like he was going to complain, though. hayseed was probably more weird than her. making his way over on shuffling paws, the male would pause, before he waving nervously. oh, he didn't want to get swiped!



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; text-align: justify]Jones had heard through the grapevine that something strange had happened to Agent Oprah. The only time he had met her was when she'd shared her juice boxes with the whole clan due to their lack of food. A selfless act, really, he had appreciated and admired it. However, the things he'd been hearing about Oprah didn't exactly sound like how he had witnessed her act around the clan before. This could definitely be considered one of those times. Or.. wait. No, this wasn't even Oprah. She had been replaced by, like, a clone, or something, right? This was Orpah. Was Oprah even still around, or had Orpah just taken her place, and no one questioned it? The entire situation was strange, really, but he didn't feel like trying to wrap his head around which one was Oprah or Orpah, or who-the-hell-ever. "Uh," Jones frowned as he watched Orpah slice the juice boxes, allowing their contents to spill wastefully onto the ground. Not only would that take away from the juice box stash, but it would make the damn floor all sticky, too. "I hope you plan on cleaning that up," he murmured with a twitch of his muzzle, mahogany-coloured eyes moving from the broken cartons back to Orpah. His attention turned briefly to Seraphina, "What's it look like?" To him, it looked like she really had something against juice boxes, so 'what' probably wasn't the question to be asking here. "Why do you hate juice?" Jones asked, raising a brow at the flustered female.


    TAGS — 11/26

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]It seemed that Orpah had a fear that was similar to his own — one that was irrational and completely foolish. Rain was not anything that could actually harm someone, unless it poured in buckets or became a hurricane. The possibility of a hurricane happening in DarkClan's territory was quite low, perhaps even nonexistent. He doubted that it would happen, but even thinking about it caused him to shake a bit. His legs were trembling somewhat as he approached the scene, avoiding the juice boxes and the juice coating the ground. He'd rather not have sticky paw pads or fur. Scott moved toward Jones, seeing as how he liked him the most of those gathered in the area. Oprah was odd, bizarre even, and at times he was not at all fond of her, especially with her sudden change in demeanor. Seraphina was simply irate nearly every time he had seen her or interacted with her. Hayseed was quiet, so he had no real opinions on him, other than he too was a bit abstract. He couldn't speak at all, and therefore, he wasn't quite as irritating as many others within the clan. The longer he thought of it, the more he realized Hayseed wasn't at all annoying. There were only a handful he actually enjoyed being around, however, so he couldn't possibly make anymore friends. He had acquaintances, though they were nowhere near being his friend. Those he had formed relationships with were somewhat similar to him, or they had the same interests. Lorraine knew French as he did, and Jones had similar ideas and opinions with himself.


    His focus moved on from his stream of consciousness to the situation that was occurring before him, and the others gathered. "What the hell's goin' on?" Scott inquired with a tilt of his head, honey visionaries flickering to Jones for a moment. While it was somewhat obvious what was happening, he still felt the need to ask. The Pinscher's ears pricked forward for a moment as he glanced down at the juice, lips pursing for a fleeting second. He was at a loss for what exactly he could do in the situation, seeing as how he couldn't cure phobias. If he could, he would have done so for himself early on in his young life. Having an irrational fear was ridiculous. It was why he kept it concealed; he wasn't quite certain if even Benjamin knew of it and he had known him for a majority of his life. "This is wacky," Mont uttered rather plainly.


    TAGS — updated 11/21

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    Um.... Well, everybody was watching, so maybe this was a common sight....? Hopefully not. ''Miss, what did that juice ever do to you?'' The apprentice asked, genuine confusion in her tone as her face scrunched into a frown.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]The nickname "Miss Crazy" was certainly justifiable. Was I suppose to laugh, save the juice, or slowly creep away? "Anybody wanna... restrain her, or something?" I would offer, blank.


    info — updated 11/5