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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]you've rarely shown your face around the clan, lately. in fact, you've been hiding in your tent, anxious that leaving it means certain death (not that you're scared of dying! you just dont wish to experience it again). darkstalker's return has practically taken away your freedom, and what went down upon your return hasnt soothed your troubles. you've been busying your hands in your solitude, though, and that has eased off a year's worth of tension and anxiety. you've left the flap of your tent wide open, and anybody who peeks in will see that the guts of it are pillows and blankets (notably all of them torn and tattered, assumedly from a bad's night sleep). mini-tents (pillows propped up against one another with a blanket resting on top to make up a roof) have been crafted and huddle together side by side. in the mass of this soft, comfy chaos is where you can be found, a blanket wrapped around your being despite it being spring. you press your scarred cheek into the soft fabric of the cloth, absently looking for some sort of comfort in its gentle touch but finding nothing, just like all the other times you've tried it. mm. you frown, letting your muscles relax and flattening your ears into your skull.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

    Steanpunk had also lacked being extremely active around here, but it was because she was afraid that a certain someone would see her. It almost felt like years since it last happened, since she was taken advantage of, and Steamie's heart had grown a little smaller that day for anyone. But the reality was that it was only awhile ago, meaning... there could be something inside her she doesn't want there. The thought sent shivers along her spine, but she ignored them. Might as well check up on everyone else, if it was the least she could do.


    The female quickly noticed Frisk, all wrapped up and comfortable in a tent, and she tilt her head to get a better glimspe. They had always been a bit strange to her, even from the start, but oh well. Not much she can do, anyways. "Lookin' comfortable there, aren't cha'?" She spoke calmly, settling down next to her clanmate. She didnt really have anything else to say, but hell, conversation was good. "I'm hella tired too, ya' feel? What's got cha' all locked up in there?"


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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]the world does have quite an ugly underbelly, doesnt it? rapists and murderers are a scarily common concept in feralfront, and you want to say that you haven't ran into people who do those things but if you do, then you'd be lying. "ah, hi!" you greet when steampunk comes in to investigate, offering the ringmaster a smile. you aren't as familiar with her as you are with others, but you suppose she isnt all that bad of a person. or atleast, thats what you think anyway. "its a pillow fort." you hum aloud, stating the obvious before listening to steampunk continue.


    at the mention of being tired, you yourself fight back a yawn. you and sleep have never been friends, honestly. nightmares are more persistent than dreams, and nearly every night you jolt awake, drenched in either sweat or piss (sometimes both, as disgusting as that sounds), shaking hard but not being able to remember what left you in such a scared state to begin with. the only time you ever went to clear your head of those night terrors was when you bumped into bill, whom coincidentally makes nightmares..


    "a bad man." your tone has dropped a few notches as you admit to this, a briefly panicked look striking your features, and the sentence itself is underlined with a darker meaning, but you don't clarify. instead you push your snout down into the fluffy padding of sheets and blankets, try to ease the nerves that have begun to fray, and open a single eye to "stare" at steampunk, "so where have you been? i don't see you much." you usually bump into bill more than steamie herself and as of now, you'd like the other leader to start appearing less and less in your company. its hard to like someone like them and honestly, you don't like them very much. you don't hate them, but you could definitely be happier if they weren't in your presence twenty four-seven.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS