Heart Attack. [Open, Meet and Greet Game!]

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    Meet and Greets were boring. Everyone and their mother knew that. So the tigress decided to make things a little more interesting.


    The tigress had found a couple of bouncy balls, and a lot, a LOT, of baskets. It had taken her an hour to perfect her craft, but eventually all the baskets were in a circle at various heights. Her white paw curled over one of the smaller balls, bouncing it a few times against the ground before she gave it a toss towards one of the higher baskets. And it missed. Spectacularly. Like, went right into the nearby pond sort of miss. "Shit." Pinkplastic spat out, going over to the waters edge to fish for the ball. Her long tail flicked in annoyance, flickers of flames forming on the tip. "Come on, come on you little shit, get back in my paw or so help me-Oh." Her growls ceased as she plucked it from the rocks. She scampered back towards the center of her basket game, and a part of her hoped that someone, anyone showed up.


    "Meet and greet? Anyone?" She called lazily, throwing the ball in the air and catching it on her nose. "We can see how many we can score as we talk. Or whatever."
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    Pinkplastic's Tags (Updated 4/26)

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    Meet and greet, anyone? Why yes, indeed. His name was Bastilleprisoner and he was going to fuck everything up exponentially, so they should probably all run while they still could; after all, who wanted to stick around just to watch him crash and burn, likely burning everything to the ground with him? No one, that was who. Bastille was tempted to tell her to just flee, but he bit his tongue - no, no, they needed her, needed what little family of sorts that they had. Even if half of them looked at him with suspicious stares and the other half seemed to be avoiding him. Even if their gazes all carried that same heavy expectation.


    "I'll play," he said gruffly as he approached, eyeing the basket. Play along. Bastille liked games, remember? Somewhere in that mess of chaotic, turbulent emotion, he knew that he liked the challenge of a game. At least this new girl was trying to make shit interesting, to interact despite the heavy air around Eden lately.

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    Pixel tiled her head with a confused grin. Keep points? Why? It was much easier to play the game. Once the points got into high numbers, everyone would be fighting for memory on who got what. Who won what. That person had so many points. Pixel sighed, smiling slightly with a shake of her head. It was childish antics like that which kept her going. The idea of something so simple and pointless besides to put a smile on someone's face. It was... nice. The angel took a seat next to Bast, giving him a small wave of her paw. She clutched her other paw on a thermos full of tea, per usual. She liked to carry it around. It was a calming, warm brew that gave her a nice aura in the pit of her stomach.
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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    He supposed that it was a bit pointless, but it was the thought that counted. She was trying to keep busy, keep things vaguely interesting; Bastille could do that, he supposed. He didn't like to sit idle for too long, got restless when stuck in one place - at least tossing something around would keep him engaged. "Uh, red," he supplied, sliding the red one towards him. He flickered a glance at Pixel and then back, waiting for her to start.