A CORPSE IS BURIED BENEATH HER FEET [X] MEETING

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    THE CRIMINAL IN ME — chicagocrimes — sanctuary leader — lion — she/her

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]ah hell. another slow week in the sanctuary. its not as bad as it was last week though, so she aint got a thing to say about it. more or less, chicas thoughts are on the spirits and their less than favorable behavior at the moment, "meetin time, y'all. get over 'ere." she calls out the usual, a lazy breath escaping her as she settles down in the barn (and not the gaia, since she isnt sure how the spirits will react, and she honestly isnt trying to get one of her clanmates hurt).

    Destrian

    'CAUSE ALL THAT IT TAKES
    IS A LITTLE REINVENTION


    Des slowly pads over, carrying a small book with him. He'll listen once she starts talking, but for now, he needs to finish the chapter on Jupiter.

    -- Rags --

    As the call for the meeting went out, the black fox did not approach in her usual lighthearted way. Instead, her head was lowered slightly as she bit her lip. This week had been slow and that was partially her fault. Taking a seat with a heavy thud, Rags looked up at Chica with one of her classic weak grins plastered right across her face.

    -- Can you remember why you're here? --

    Thomas

    悲しい雨が降っている


    TEXT. "speech."


    He had just joined but he supposed he didn't have a reason not to attend. Tom yawned quietly as he padded up to the group, lazily lying down face down into the ground. He did not want to move...

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    azure gaze cast towards her partner while simultaneously a smitten grin could be read from her lips. she took refuge at chica's side, soft pelt brushing against hers in their close quarters. the panther attempted to soften her smile before the meeting actually came to order. as for now she was just counting faces.


    [size=8]/holy shit i thought i answered this like, three days ago?? sorry!!


    chicagocrimes sends her beloved a look that softens the longer she stares at her, finding peace and tranquility in the girls body being pressed against hers. but enough with the mushy stuff; its time to get down to business, "promotions first, yeah? rags and destrian, i want you two ta step up ta our thrones. ya can pick between the throne of peace, war, or healing- just tell me which one yer interested in. g'job ya two; yer both makin me proud." destrian especially, being her son and all. "alright, so for events we've got the harvest festival up and about, so be sure ta pay those threads a visit. we're also going ta hold hp try-outs soon, and sign ups for a mass adoption can be found here. alright, we can shut this meetin down if olive aint got nothin else ta add on." at this, she gives the other leader a questioning glance, encouraging her to speak up now.[fancypost=border-width:0;color:#EF6060;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]OUTRUN MY GUN / TAGS

    -- Rags --

    At the sound of her name everything else just sort of faded away. Getting promotions was meant to mean you were moving up in the world, getting closer to achieving great things. So she should be happy, right? Well that weak grin had faded into a look of barely concealed terror. Okay. She just had to play it cool. Standing up for a second, the fox nodded at Chica before speaking "Thank you, I, uh, graciously accept" She replied with a nervous chuckle "I-I'm sure me and Des can discuss who wants to fill which position soon"

    -- Can you remember why you're here? / Tags --

    Destrian

    'CAUSE ALL THAT IT TAKES
    IS A LITTLE REINVENTION


    A Throne? He was going to be a Throne? He supposed he and Rags rightfully deserved it, but kept that thought to himself and instead offered both females a grin. "Thank you! And yes, we can definitely discuss it," He replied, glancing towards Rags. He'd also have to look up what Throne did what, exactly.


    The other announcements were cool, but overshadowed by his promotion. The Bengal was beaming.

    ★★★--goodness, time did slip away from him too easily. skylines skittered up to the meeting, foggy eyes floating across the gathered crowd absent-mindedly before settling on a more interesting subject, the sky. as he surveyed the low-hanging clouds overhead, he vaguely wondered how long he'd been out this time. last time it had been just under a week-- the longest time yet-- so he wouldn't be surprised if it'd been rather lengthy this time as well. the thought of asking someone how many days had passed occurred to him, but he dismissed it almost instantly; no one here knew him well enough to remember when he'd fallen unconcious-- he knew that much, despite how socially unaware he usually was.


    the longer he focused on the clouds, the more amused he grew; the way they drifted across the sky and covered the sun carelessly and soundlessly reminded him of his unconcious "fits", as they'd been called before. the spirits would drift in and blanket him in unconciousness the same way the clouds seemed to surround and hide the sun. what a beautiful metaphor. "drifting in, drifting out..." he mused in a murmur, following his words with an airy laugh.


    when chica began to give her announcements, he was able to pull his attention away from the sky and refocus it on the event at hand. cocking his head as if what the femme said interested him-- it didn't, but the way she spoke did-- he listened to the promotions. of course, his name wasn't mentioned. this didn't upset him as much as it usually would've; a few of the more powerful spirits were still lingering, making his head a little foggy. he managed to force his lips into a light mutter of "congratulations", since he knew this was the proper thing to do.
    #dashy2016
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    GENERAL:
    - skylines simul stamus fidelis
    - member of the sanctuary
    - former angel of the sanctuary [ semi-hp ]
    - cisgender male
    - homosexual
    - 18 moons physically | 18 moons mentally
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    - single
    - hates his father and isn't close to the rest of his family
    - fiatte x ophelia x xerxes
    - hpr
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    - extremely spiritual
    - unusually intelligent
    - fascination with clocks, automatons, and other twoleg machinery
    - developing a schitzo disorder
    - talks to himself often
    - occasional psychotic episodes
    PHYSICAL:
    [ DOMESTIC FELINE ] - primary
    - smooth-furred lilac tabby
    - creamy hazel eyes
    - lanky
    - wears a black bowtie
    [ GHOST SAINT BERNARD PUPPY ] - secondary
    - long, silky black fur with white and tan markings
    - deep brown eyes
    - front paw broken and twisted the wrong way
    - bruised in many places
    - partially bit-off tongue
    PERSONALITY:
    - introverted
    - intelligent
    - tends to latch onto certain people, activities, or places
    - has a hard time shifting focus
    - anxious
    - observant
    POWERS:
    - telepathy / discovered, mastered
    - speaking with spirits / discovered, learning
    - multiple possessions / discovered, learning
    - character bond [will be with future mate] / undiscovered
    BATTLE:
    - medium physically and mentally
    - put name in #CCCCFF when attacking