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    One of the the only bearable parts about his former pack had been their location: the junkyard where he'd spent two or so years living in had, weirdly, been right next to one of those human music clubs. Except that club hadn't played all that crappy EDM that seemed to radiate off of the other sleazy places around town, instead being a hub for a little thing called 'punk rock'. One of the other stray dogs that he'd been living with had explained it to him, as they sat outside together, staring at the neon entrance sign. He remembered how he could feel the thump of the bass vibrate through his body, being weirded out at first but then, gradually, getting used to it. He'd never experienced anything like it, and that hadn't even compared to what Percocet had experienced when he;d actually managed to sneak in. The whole scene had been loud and aggressive and amazing: he remembered how he's just sat there, watching the band play onstage, the lead singer thrashing around like a madman. The canine hadn't wanted to leave, even when a big burly man who might've been the club's security guy had to pause the show, getting the crowd to collectively force him back outside. As far as he knew, he hadn't been doing anything wrong, but hey - humans were fucking weird.


    So it had made sense when Percocet had found the old radio in front of him, that he would immediately try and figure out how to get onto one of the rock airwaves. Maybe he'd get lucky. After a few minutes of simply trying to figure out how the thing worked, the German Shepherd finally discovered how to change radio channels, and was subsequently pushing the buttons with his nose to transfer from station to station. At some point the old thing had gotten jammed, and he'd been stuck listening to Classic FM for about half an hour before somehow unjamming the stupid machine and, at last, finding something decent.


    It was because of all this that Percocet, usually a relatively reserved member of ShadowClan's illustreous society, was currently headbanging with some insane amount of energy to one of the songs that was being blared out on full-volume from his newfound device. He was pretty sure it was called 'Nirvana' or 'Havana' or something. Whatever, it was awesome. As if he were possessed, the black canine moshed and practically convulsed in time to the music, forgetting that, from where he was 'dancing', the whole clan could probably see him.


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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px]"What is that awful thrum?" called the young pup, a growl starting to emanate from his throat as the odd beat made its way into his chest. He didn't like the way it made him and his body feel, and he so desperately wanted to headbutt that radio into the next oblivion. Midas trudged right up to Percocet, not really paying attention as to if he actually knew this individual or not, and thrust himself to a position where the possessed-looking hound could clearly see him.

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    BROKEN FROM A YOUNG AGE — koipond — shadowclan — female

    The lobster-tail calico that emerged was also less than pleased. She was able to sleep for one fucking second before this racket came up. Flattening her lobes, a clear scowl was set on the child's features, her unique tail curling inwards in a heat of anger. "Can you shut that off?!" She hissed.
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    [center][fancypost= width: 61%][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]Although the music was incredibly loud to Haiiro especially, with his enhanced hearing, the nightwatcher found that he deviated from what the others all had to say in the fact that he liked the music blaring from the radio that Percocet had found. Feeling his way over with his ears pinned firmly against his head - he could still hear the music just find through the skin - he offered a flick of his feline tail to Percocet, unable to see his ungodly dancing. "I don't have, uh, a problem with the music, but it's killing my ears," he spoke up, hopefully loud enough to be heard over the blasting speakers.

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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width:350px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]He liked it, and the foreign nose was absolutely making him jumpy. In a good way. The guy was dancing, right? That sounded kinda fun. Azazel wasn't going to fit even though his tail was ever so slightly waving to the rhythm "What is it?" he wooded in a measured tone, making sure to his excitement.

    [center][fancypost= width: 630px][font=verdana][align=justify][size=9]"You're gonna break your neck if you keep doing that." Nikita's comment was quiet, mostly because she was still very new to the area and also very unsure of how the people here would react to her words. The wolfdog wasn't a fan of punk music--she was very, very picky with the songs she listens to. She also was rather shy in playing her own music around these people, for she was more than sure they would not find her music all that satisfying and catchy as she found it. Although she had distaste for this genre, there was only one which she truly despised--country music.

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    He hadn't noticed the first few people who'd come other at first, but as more people starting taking notice of the radio (which was now his favourite thing in the entire world), Percocet grudgingly stopped thrashing around and took some time to turn the radio down - not completely, but enough so that he could actually listen to what the others were saying. Glancing at Hairro, whom he had already decided was someone he'd not like to annoy - the nightwatcher was a nice person, what could he say? - the canine shot a mildly apologetic look his way. At Koipond, however, the German Shepherd just grinned.


    Percocet then fixed Midas and Azazel with a worn-out grin, the Alsatian panting for a bit just so that he could finally catch his breath. "This, my friends, is the greatest thing you will ever see in your life." He frowned, sensing a mistake on his part. "Or hear. Whatever. The point is, this is not just music. This is a fucking spiritual experience." It was then that Percocet froze for a second, realising that he'd just sworn in front of the kids, but then the song ended and the radio changed to another song - more Nirvana, just heavier. More screaming. Percocet began to laugh, giddy on the unending excitement gifted to him by the music.


    At Nikita's remark, the ebony canine grinned again, still subtly headbanging to the drumbeat that was steadily rising in tempo. "So? It's worth it." Okay, probably not, but Percocet wasn't really thinking straight right then? At the moment, the German Shepherd was completely off his head.
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    what. the. fuck. was. that. noise?


    it sounded like someone was screaming except it was amplified, and that someone was bashing a hollow rock against a wall.


    needless to say, louise had discovered that she hated punk music.


    growling, the demoness craned her audials forward, then flattened them immediately as she attempted to block out the noise. she approached the german shepherd, tail flicking.


    "...i honestly thought you were trying to bash your head into the air or something. what were you playing on that radio anyways? i don't even know what it sounds like." she sighed.


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    [center][fancypost= width: 61%][font=verdana][size=9][align=justify]Thankfully, Haiiro barely had to ask before the music was turned down to a level that he could actually unpin his ears to listen to. Even if it was a bit heavier than anything he would listen to on his own time, he wasn't about to say he hated it - in fact, he was enjoying it far more now that the music wasn't rattling his body. Besides, it seemed that Percocet had found someone he really enjoyed, and Haiiro wasn't about to stomp on that just because it wasn't entirely his cup of tea. "I think it's fun," he commented, barely even registering the fact that the German Shepherd had sworn at all. It wasn't as if the kids hadn't heard their mothers say the same thing, really. He was sure that try as Sango might, she would always swear in front of her kids, either on accident or on purpose.

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    At Louise's remark, Percocet turned to her and smiled proudly - it was interesting to see how his taste in music was affecting other people who were... less inclined to the genre of punk. Or metal - oh God, he should see if they played any Black Sabbath next, they were legends. "I told you guys! Fucking spiritual experience-" this time he didn't even flinch "-and it's way better than any of that pop crap. Real music." Okay, maybe he was a bit of a music snob.


    Looking at Haiiro, the German Shepherd allowed his smile to widen even more, even if that didn't even seem possible. "Glad you like it. I haven't heard this stuff in ages."
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    [center][fancypost= width: 580px][font=verdana][align=justify][size=9]She let out a 'hmp' after his first comment. Not one that was rude, but rather amused by it. Nikita then rolled her eyes at his second comment. "Real music my ass." She commented once again, this time louder than she expected. Of course, it wasn't something to take seriously. As she was still open minded about music. Although she thought not very fond of the music, she was sure their might be something good to come out of the genre. She has listened to Nirvana in her time, and she could choose precise songs she deemed interesting from their albums.

    she said she love me but she don't know my real name

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    "I hate it." Koipond said with a scowl. She was clearly the killjoy of the group. With a twitch if her whiskers, she simply added, "It's annoying." How could anybody listen to that godawful caterwauling he called music for more than a minute? She was astounded, if not irked.
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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]"It's awesome!" Azazel barked at Louise, before glaring at the two others, though the bad mood didn't last long. He wanted to dance, or do whatever this guy was doing. Give himself some kind of brain damage from the looks of it. Smiling his tail began to wave more. The music was inviting, which sounded weird when you considered the lyrics and whatnot, making him all the more excited. He was about to repeat the swear he had heard, whether intentional or not, but decided not to.