SHOW TIME // PRIVATE, CAPTURE

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    [fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara was tired of being treated like a child. Perhaps she was physically and somewhat mentally, but she was done with her clanmates acting like she was lower than that just because she was younger. Assholes. She'd teach them status when she captured a high position in Riverclan. Ha! Who'd be laughing then? She decided, since they did everything together anyway, that she'd let her twin do it with her. It would be so much fun to hurt someone together! It was two of her favorite things - hurting people, and hanging out with her brother. She couldn't wait.


    Just as planned, the Fawkes twins had found a high position in Riverclan to capture. This one was a medic! Or, doctor, as the proclan called it. Whatever the hell that meant. She was one of those weird horse things too, like the "Foreigner" dude that had shown up to join. Barb didn't much like him. Then again, she barely liked anyone. But this lady had a horn. It would be so fun to rip that right out of her head and keep it as a trophy. Who knew? Maybe they would. That might kill the doctor though, and that was far from what Barbara wanted. She wanted to hurt her, not murder her. Next they had to wait for the medic to be alone - check! That part was easy; she had just wandered off. Now was the fun part - capturing her. It'd probably be kind of hard, but there were two of them and one of her. Gripping her dagger so tightly her paw ached, the third tier glanced at her brother excitedly. With a swish of her tail, she launched herself forward, aiming to land on the pony's back. If successful, she would then attempt to bring the blade up against the doctor's neck. "Hey, sweetheart," she cooed, "Wanna play?" Hopefully Jamison would follow; she would probably be bucked off without his help.


    //i'll open this to the public once hope is gone c: also, sorry if any of this seems random or rushed - this is my first capture thread!


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    (Ah it's fine! Do you mind if I move this to the BloodClan board? It would make sense since, well, Hope is in RiverClan and wouldn't really flee the capture ahaha)


    She had a knife right up to her throat. Not good. "Oh? Does Ash have minions?" SHE rolled her eyes. "Anyway, no thank you. I have medic duties to attend to."

  • [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']//hey ! not quite sure what you mean, but they'll be taking her back to bloodclan to torture her, which will be a separate thread. they're capturing her in riverclan since that's where she lives c://


    Jamison didn't really have any motives behind this, unlike his sister. He was considerably more childish and laid-back, but that didn't mean he wasn't down to follow Barbara into some trouble when she had good ideas. Trouble was his middle name! Or, he didn't have a middle name, but if he did, it would definitely be 'Trouble'. He loved scheming and he loved chaos, and Barbara had always been the perfect partner in crime.


    Leaping after his twin, he found himself atop the mare's back alongside her. Okay, this was a new experience - he had never ridden a pony before, assuming this counted as riding. Doing the first thing that came into his head, he seized Hope's mane in his jaws and yanked, hoping to inflict some pain and distract the larger animal. "She's got a fuckin' knife on ya, girlie," Jamie meowed, mouth probably full of horse hair. "I suggest ya forget about yer medic duties if ya don't want your pretty pony throat slit, eh?" Would Barbara actually cut her? Absolutely, he knew she would. There was a reason it was her with the knife and not him - that wasn't really his area.


    [spoiler=tags - updated 3/15]GENERAL
    |Jamison Fawkes
    |Male
    |Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
    |Cream tabby
    |Grey-romantic/Asexual
    |6 months
    |Bloodclan Second Tier
    PHYSICAL
    |Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, unruly fur and bright amber eyes.
    PERSONALITY
    |Outgoing
    |Friendly
    |Violent
    |Enthusiastic
    |Talkative
    |Loyal
    |Quick witted
    |Short tempered
    |Self-loathing
    INTERACTION
    |Medium physically
    |Medium mentally
    |Attack in #FFA500
    |No maim or kill
    |Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
    RELATIONSHIPS
    |Barbara's twin brother
    OTHER
    |Mentally unstable
    |Affinity for fire - later turns into obsession
    |Agent of chaos - enjoys causing trouble just to cause trouble

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    (Oh! I asked to skip the capturing thread and just post the thread where they're at BloodClan, but this is fine!)


    She glanced up. "I would suggest you don't do that. I have a horn. And magic." she spoke through gritted teeth. It didn't really matter if they slit her anyway. She would bounce right back up. She was immortal, after all.

  • [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]//oh, whoops! you said capture thread, but it's no biggie! no worries about this thread, i'll make the torture now