AND I'LL SCREAM LOUDER THAN BEFORE // introduction

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    ★ ★ ★ she was an observer, listening in on conversations instead of participating in them. everyone here was so different, having a certain aura in the way that they spoke and reacted. she wanted to be diverse like the many people that she had met. her pale eyes often showed the reflections of others in their own mindset, but through her vision, she only saw what people wanted. not many knew of the child, yet even fewer would probably notice crush. sitting by her lonesome she held a few colorful rocks in her paws at the city center, laying each one down in a pattern and then swapping them. trying out every possibility she enjoyed having this self-known fun. even humming a tune she seemed to enjoy being outside on a clear morning. she felt open, open to talk, open to create, open herself of all things. sunclan would be a nice place for her to live after all, and she had only been here for a short time. looking up from her pebbles crush wondered if anyone was around since she had this sudden urge to speak. not many knew her so maybe this would give her a chance to be known.


    // ey she's been here for a bit and maybe your charrie has seen her lurking around? that's what i'm trying to hint at sorta?


    "Speech."

    COME ON RENDEZVOUS !

    *:･ﾟ✦ It was obviously well-known that the Arcanium family was rather extensive, and not even just in Sunclan. Irene herself had stopped being surprised long ago any time a new relative appeared; she was actually starting to just assume that everyone she met here in her home was one sibling or another. So while the catsune had in fact seen Crush around on occasion, she had never actually approached the child. Perhaps that was rude of her, but she tended to get rather busy, and she wasn't always one to just go up and start random conversations with individuals she'd never met before. However, as she was traversing the city on her way to the gardens, she once more spotted the young feline. This time, she told herself, i'll go talk to her. And so Irene hesitantly made her way over, offering the femme a warm smile. "Ah, hello! I don't think we've ever spoken before... i'm Irene, what's your name?" It was then that her amber gaze was drawn down towards the rainbow colored rocks, and her eyes glimmered brightly. "Those are really pretty, by the way."


    [this is lame I'm sorry]

    Even if the little mint-colored Arcanium had been lingering around the city for a while now, it was unlikely Beck would of noticed her before Irene pointed her out. He had been busy with being captured and tortured by BloodClan, and finally being dragged back by a rescue raid, you know, the usual. While he wasn't panicking over his understandable absence, or even the ugly wounds and dark bruises marring his mousy pelt, he was awfully bored and just recovering from a concussion he must of had for days now, leaving him quite restless. Boredom often resulted in eavesdropping while perched on a branch in a nearby tree, and today wasn't any different. Nothing anybody said was catching his interest much, until Irene complimented someone he hadn't noticed before. Flipping over to look down from his branch in curiousity, yet unwilling to leave his post, the poltergeist swivelled his gaze towards the city center his tree was on the outskirts of, flicking his notched ear as his lantern-like eyes fell upon Irene and another creature that appeared to be yet another Suga-spawn. A rattling sigh left his bloodless lips, but even from afar, he could see the brilliant hues of the little pebbles. That's what all the fuss was about? Beck begrudgingly slid off of the branch, landing nimbly on his toes before approaching with a pained limp derived from the lacerations scoring his flank. Halting next the Irene, his aloof glare locked on Crush, sizing her up before rasping, "Oh please, how can rocks be pretty? They're just rocks."


    / at school

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