BLEED THE FREAK [✨] OPEN

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    0X48 didn't know what to do. yesterday she woke up feeling all fine and dandy, as happy as could be. but then she remembered, remembered everything. the child's usual bandanna was thrown to the side as she looked at her reflection up and down. grotesque. ugly. monster. how could she ever be expected to fit in? rhaego hated her and everyone else looked at her with disgust. 0X48 may be innocent, but she knew when people looked down at her. was this the life she was destined to live? the only solace she had found was fell and his kind, albeit exuberant, words. never before had she experienced such kindness.


    the mutant clocked one of her fists back and punched the mirror as hard as she could, shattering it and a few shards crashing to the ground. it was so hard living with such a gross appearance, having no family or friends to look to for support. 0X48 shivered as her arms moved on their own and grabbed a few glass shards, proceeding to slash at her wrists, flank, and legs. she couldn't help it, she was a monster.


    her white markings began sporadically illuminating as she grunted silently in pain. what was happening to her? did her mind want to make her hurt herself? the child tried with all her might to regain control of her human-like appendages and succeeded, the blood splatted glass shards clattering to the ground once again. 0X48 let a few tears shed out of her three green orbs and shakily laid down, not knowing what to do. she was alone.


    who would want to help a monster anyway?
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    info ◬ 02/27

    [center]FINCH HARBRINGER GRIMM
    [font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][color=white]valentine harbringer x happypill grimm[center]
    "the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]
    .....
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    [color=#ff9999]Finch approached, her blue eyes wide. She had been experiencing some rough times as of late as well, considering her kit's "deaths". They might as well have been dead to Finch... she would never see them. They'd neevr truly be hers. They'd probably find another mother figure.


    When she saw her clanmate injured, though, she immediately ran forwards. [color=white]"Hey! Are you okay?"[color=#ff9999]


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    tags 2/23

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    The Rottweiler cross was young, indeed, but she had already grasped of using her sense of smell, moist noise hovering a few inches off the ground and sniffing up whatever smells it could like a super hoover. In between her broad jaws, coated in saliva and already embedded with visible bite marks, she held the chew toy handed to her by Marie, continuously biting down on it with her loose puppy fangs. Scout didn't know about self harm, nor what blood actually was, so there wasn't much of a reaction from the teething baby.


    Her green visionaries, wide as two full moons and brimming with energy, swiftly scanned the stranger. She was weird looking. An alien cat. Maybe calling her an alien cat was rude, but Scout didn't know. She was oblivious to offending others and was in need of behaviour training anyway. Still, a deep feeling in the pit of her full stomach told Scout not to say it. Not knowing what to do, she simply shuffled forward, her short and reddish frame awkwardly standing a few centimetres away from whoever the older child was before she dropped the slimy chew toy from her mouth. "It's okay! Cuts only ouch for small time. Is that why you're crying?" My chew toy always makes things better but I don't want to share. My chew toy! "Um. I'm going to get someone with bondages, okay!?" She informed the duo. Bandages or bondages? Cuts always had to be patched up otherwise little enemies would crawl inside and attack your body - that's what her papa told her.


    "EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME! SOMEBODY NEEDS A BONDAGE!" Scout tottered to the entrance of den, screaming at the top of her voice and stomping her tiny feet. For someone who was prone to tantrums, being loud was easy peasy. "SOMEBODY'S BLEEDING QUICK QUICK THEY NEED BONDAGES QUICK!"


    [spoiler=info — updated 01/07]GENERAL:
    SCOUT | 'RED' | RESURGAM XERXES
    Straight | Female
    3 moons | 8th May | Ages at role-player's discretion
    Pup | Ext. ShadowClan | No titles
    [Played by: Monaco]
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    Follows those she likes everywhere
    Will see your character as a brother/sister if she likes them
    Very pack-orientated, afraid of living alone
    Ecdemomaniac (compulsion for wandering) & Claustrophobic
    IMPORTANT LINKS:
    Biography [TBA]
    Plotting [CLICK]
    Taking Care of Scout Guide [TBA]
    PHYSICAL:
    ROTTWEILER X GERMAN SHEPHERD [main] | health: 100%
    reddish short-furred Rottweiler Shepherd with a healthy frame and slender-tall physique, short floppy ears, green eyes, curled tail, often can be seen with dirt stains
    major injuries: none
    minor injuries: small cuts here and there
    other: none
    PERSONALITY:
    basically the puppy that needs serious training | rebellious | mischievous | needs to be disciplined | strong loyalty | protective | defensive | loud | hot-headed | friendly most of the time | selfless | bit of wild child | rascal | tomboy | likes to play pranks | stubborn | adventurous
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    Single | ½ insert | Not interested and never will be
    Redvelvet x Angelstar | Under the care of _
    Actually needs behaviour training | No mentor yet

    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]0X48 began struggling somewhat as her two clanmates approached her with concern written on their faces. were they really concerned? or was it just the polite thing to do? the child whipped her head around to look for her bandanna but found the 'ouches' from her cuts were a bit too unbearable. gosh, she hated being so vulnerable like this. alone, sad, lost, the list could go on of all the things you could use to describe 0X48 right now. 0X48 looked up at finch, a somewhat familiar face. however, the child was sure that these two would not be able to understand sign language. or, at least, that's what she remembered.


    "h-hur-tt.."


    she was, indeed, hurt and there was no doubt about that. however, the cause for this was none other than herself. it is true that the mutant was prone to self harm when under extreme stress, but it had never been this bad. usually it was just self degrading thoughts and some clumsy punches. at scout's claims, the creature found herself at a mental loss of words. she... wanted to help? and finch was asking if she was okay? it was nice. well, the situation wasn't nice in the least but someone or something showing a sliver of care for her was... nice.


    but bondages? 0X48 was sure the child meant 'bandages'. or, at least, that's what she thought. the kitten-like creature looked up at finch as scout bounded off and shivered a tiny bit, not really used to looking at everyone with her 100% vision.


    "m-myse-self.."


    she didn't mean to. but at least it was coming out in a less garbled way.
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    info ◬ 02/27

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]Haiiro would never look at 0X48 with disgust, even if he did have eyes that worked properly, because he had lost that right the moment he had been conceived from more creatures than should have been possible, or perhaps after his nightmares that had caused the massive scars that laced his form. Determined to be kind to others and never form opinions based on appearances that he couldn't see, the strange being was obviously alarmed at both the scent of blood, and the fact that it was accompanied by the scents of people he knew, and the sounds of Scout yelling. Who had gotten hurt, and how badly? With too many thoughts running through his mind of all the horrible scenarios it could be, he felt his way over with rushed paws, coming to a halt beside Finch, who he was lad wasn't the one injured. "What happened?" he questioned, unfocused gaze the clear reason for his question as he tried to figure out what the injury was so he could get some help with getting herbs to help. It was his job now, after all, and so he had to figure out how to do this.

    tags | updated 2/26

    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]if 0X48 was in haiiro's position, she would also be alarmed at the scent of blood. however, the creature was a bit too preoccupied with her pain to be wailing at the sight or scent of blood. she never did well with the guts and gore thing despite her whole body being possibly considered as 'gory'. the child winced as haiiro approached, not quite sure how to admit what had happened again.


    "i..i," she was so close to losing control again but she managed to push through, "hurt.. b-blee..ding."


    it was simple enough and hopefully haiiro wouldn't push more on the subject since 0X48 was a little incapacitated at the moment.


    //super rushed since i just got back from drama practice
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    info ◬ 02/27

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]Okay. Okay. Everything was going to be just fine here, there was no need to panic. At least, that was what Haiiro kept thinking as he tried to search his mind for what to do. "Does anyone here know where to get bandages, and know the difference between some basic herbs? I need goldenrod and horsetail, although marigold works if you don't know what horsetail is," the boy informed, words coming out too fast for him to even get a chance to forget what he was trying to say, and then stumble over it. This was his job now, he supposed, and he could only hope that his first time healing anything without Radio's help would be a success. He only knew the basics after all, and so he was doing the best he could. He just had to keep 0X48 conscious until someone returned with the herbs he needed, because Haiiro had hardly gotten to the part in his training where he actually learned the difference between herbs before Radio disappeared.

    tags | updated 2/26

    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]i am so sorry my schedule is so busy rip


    self harm was not uncommon in 0X48's life as of now. she was extremely vulnerable both mentally and physically and that caused her to.. lash out. not on others, but herself. the mutant believed she was so undeserving of such a good life here that everything was too good to be true. 0X48 shakily looked at haiiro and tried to understand what basic herbs were. she was quite used to shots and anastethics that were known around a lab, so natural herbs were very foreign to her. however, she thought that marigold would make a very pretty name. perhaps one day, if it ever came, she would be able to name someone like how fell named her.
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    info ◬ 02/27