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ooc || i replied to Troy with Rebecca a while ago, but you didn't reply :P It would be nice to see you stay in the RP, though. So, hey, guys, we need to get ALL the characters interacting, and for that we need drama. To get things moving, Logan could get in a fight with some-one. Any takers? ;)

[size=20pt]logan charles moriati 〮[/size]

[size=7pt]it's the wrong time
she's pulling me through 〮[/size]

Logan listened intently, his face betraying nothing as he watched the girl, and took in her story. He roughly knew what she was talking about:- his parents moved in the same circle as hers, and news travelled fast in the world of lurid, tawdry, flaccid people (such as his own parents).

He listened as she described what she had been put through. Thrown out to the cameras. Turned into some-one she was not.

As she retracted into herself, drawing her knees up to her chest, Logan wanted to put an arm around her shoulder, but restrained himself. Strangers didn't take kindly to that sort of thing. Instead, he reached across and rested his hand on one of hers for a moment, as a show of solidarity, before speaking.

"You look like you're trying to hold yourself together."

He was perceptive, for sure. He surveyed the girl, all wrapped up in protective layers - seeming designed to stop her crumbling at times like these. Instead, he said nothing again, just looked up.

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[size=20pt]rebecca mäarika hand 〮[/size]

[size=7pt]cold as winter, white as snow.
summer treasure, hand to hold 〮[/size]

[align=right][color=white][font=garamond]"It's pretty unusual, I guess.", Rebecca said with a nod. It was an odd accent to hold - so different from the fluid new yorker's accent, or anywhere around the states. She played with the silver bracelet on her wrist, then ran a hand through her blond hair, flicking it slightly out of her face as she watched the group

"My parents asked me to come: they say I need to branch out 'friend-wise'", she replied, with a roll of her icy blue eyes, "I personally think they just wanted to get rid of me for Dad's visit to the rigs."

She nodded to Danielle as the other girl walked off, then turned her gaze back to Troy. "So, Troy, what do you do?", she asked, her voice light & pleasant.

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Splash

Cat's Name: ripple in still lake (ripple)

Gender: male

Personality: {click{

RP Sample with Character:
If there was one word for it, Ripple was bored. Bored of sitting around, waiting for something to happen. Bored of the stinking Tunnel Guard position he was confined to. He wanted to run, be free & hunt, not be stuck as an invalid who sat around all day. It was ridiculous.

With a sigh, the maine coon stood. He was a good shot higher average height, and a much larger build than the cats around him, and would have been rather beautiful, in a way people admire muscular racehorses or thick oaks. Had two things not been present. Firstly, the face that sat on the body - a stormy expression at all times. Secondly, that fact that he did not care about his looks, whatsoever. Ripple didn't care about how he looked. Not in the slightest. His long tabby pelt was a little ragged, and dirty - only his ivory claws cleaned & primed. His yellow eyes were sharp, but clearly discontented with what he was doing. They showed the real marring on his features - the sharp static of querulousness & exasperation crackling along his pelt

In a mood like this, there was only one place that he could go. Looking around to see if his clan mates were all watching the entrance to the camp - all doing their jobs better than he did his - he began to slip off into a world of daydreams. Bright colours flickered across the moving dreams in his head - what life would be like if he actually ever saw the light of day. So maybe he was exaggerating. But there were honestly no words to describe how he felt, being made to sit and guard this tunnel, day in, day out with some battle training thrown in when he couldn't help but feel he was made for more.

But those were his daydreams, and this was now. As he saw a cat approaching, he cleared the glaze from his eyes and got back to what he was supposed to be doing: guarding his clan with upmost loyalty & dedication.

Other: he's a character I've wanted to get active for a while - an unplanned future, for the most part, though I have some ideas I'd like for him. He might not be a perfect match for Splash, but it would be interesting to see him develop as he gets more involved with another cat.

ooc || it's fine, aha ;) we just need to get all the characters interacting. Literally, if some-one just came over, and accidentally bumped into Evangeline or something, Logan would get angry >:) We just need INTERACTION

[size=20pt]logan charles moriati 〮[/size]

[size=7pt]it's the wrong time
she's pulling me through 〮[/size]

Logan had felt a strange tug as he rested his fingers on the girls, but refused to give it any substance in his mind, or in his well of emotions that he kept well hidden inside of him. He watched the emotions flicker across her face. Her speech - first so confident - breaking on the last word, seemingly unable to contain herself for any longer.

The man's eyebrows pulled together at the pain evident on the girl's face, and it mirrored slightly in his own features. He was empathetic, but more than that, he was able to connect what the girl was saying with his own feelings. He understood - however ridiculously corny that sounded.

He understood.

Shifting over, so that he was sitting next to her, he shot her a slightly sharp look as she steadied her breathing and carried on, shakily now, before resting her head on her knees. A little unsure of himself, but knowing it was near enough the right thing to do in this circumstance, he gently lifted an arm, and placed it around her shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze - letting her know she wasn't entirely alone.

Jesus, can you get anymore cliched?, Logan spat at himself in his mind, wanting to grind his teeth in frustration - whilst all the while hoping she wouldn't throw his arm off.

ooc || sounds good to me :) sorry for the crap post ;L

[size=20pt]logan charles moriati 〮[/size]

[size=7pt]it's the wrong time
she's pulling me through 〮[/size]

Logan watched the girl bring her head up from her knees, and felt himself melt a little inside as she murmured 'thanks'. As she leaned into him, he stiffened a little, then relaxed, allowing himself to support her, but relax a little too.

"No problem."

ooc || tehee, thanks for the forgiveness :) It made me feel happy x)

[size=20pt]logan charles moriati 〮[/size]

[size=7pt]it's the wrong time
she's pulling me through 〮[/size]

Logan just watched the wind dance lightly around her hair - blowing strands here & there - and wished he would be the one to gently touch it, rather than the inhuman wind which changed so suddenly, just on a whim of itself.

Logan was most definitely not like the wind. He was set in stone - solid, and unchanging in his ways. It was only when something big happened that he shifted - either becoming stronger, or giving in. And when the change happened, it was not something he could move on from. It was fairly irrevocable.

Unbeknown to him (or at least to his conscious mind) a change was ticking inside whatever part of him that controlled the way he though & felt. A tie was being formed, slowly, but steadily. A tie that was consummated when he heard the words slip from the lips of the girl in his arms.

His mouth dried then, and he choked up a little, finally exhaling when he realised he had been holding his breath. Looking away quickly, before turning his head back, and meeting the girl's eyes, he replied.

"I...I like you too Evangeline., he said, realising how ridiculous it sounded as it came out, "I do, really. I meant it - I didn't say it because I felt obligated to. I [b]like you. A lot."[/b] He mumbled something, then looked away, a small blush colouring his cheeks.

ooc || hoorah! ;) when the fight happens, rebecca might come over & go all icy and cold, as she dislikes conflict >:)

[size=20pt]logan charles moriati 〮[/size]

[size=7pt]it's the wrong time
she's pulling me through 〮[/size]

As he spoke, Logan felt Evangeline flinch under his arm, and begin to breath heavily. Recognising that she needed space, he pulled his arm away, and leaned away a little, still keeping a little contact, but staying well out of her personal bubble. He heard a new car pull up, and heard footsteps, but thought nothing of it. No-one would come over here, well - not for him, anyway. For Evangeline, maybe, but who would interrupt a conversation obviously in progress.

As he heard a voice from over his shoulder, he turned, to see a guy with his face tucked in close to Evangeline's, a smug smile on his angular features. Logan's eyes instantly darkened, straightening up a little as he took in the boy in front of him. He recognised the face vaguely, and the reputation that preceded it.

"Hello.", said Logan, unfailingly polite, not letting through the fact that the boy was already testing his patience.

[size=20pt]logan charles moriati 〮[/size]

[size=7pt]it's the wrong time
she's pulling me through 〮[/size]

Logan's jaw clenched as the new boy suddenly decided to call Evangeline "dear" As he looked across at the girl next to him, his gaze grew dark, before fading into an emotionless mask he had perfected over the years. Not only had she responded to the boy's words, but she had blushed - whether out of embarrassment or modesty.

Which meant she felt something for the boy in front of her, something she didn't feel with the boy who stood next to her - the one who had comforted her moments ago.

Logan heard he name, and gave another tight smile to the Italian looking boy. He wouldn't get worked up about this guy - Evangeline obviously did not want him to be protective.

"And who are you?", he said, keeping his tone light, but pressing his lips firmly to together to keep him from adding, 'Who are you? who are you to just come swanning into this place, and try to charm yourself to her?'

[align=right][color=white][font=garamond]Rebecca looked up as she heard a new car pull up, then titled her head to one side as a boy appeared, walking up the street. Sitting, as she was, perched on the edge of the picnic table, gave her a good vantage point to look around her.

Logan, the shy girl, and a new boy were clustered together. She could almost feel the pulse of dull anger from Logan, mixed with the slyness evident on the new boy's face. Oh dear..., she thought, a small sigh slipping from her lips and she turned her head away from the conflict just waiting to explode.

A boy and a girl - chase and patience, was it - were talking together and as she turned her head back to the front, she saw the boy walking further up the street.

Slowly, she gave the approaching boy a small smile, and a tiny, demure wave, before biting her lip and looking away. Rebecca wasn't dependant on socialising, but it was nice to talk to some-one - every-one else was already closeted up in couples.

ooc || i get like that :3 Hey winque - I just realised it was you ( i remembered you as extraordinary). How've you been? :)

[align=right][color=white][font=garamond]Rebecca looked away, and when she looked back, the approaching boy was...well...no longer approaching, he was standing right in front of her. She blinked, a little startled, before a shy, yet radiant smile spread over her features.

"I'm Rebecca." She took the proffered hand and shook it. It was a warm, calloused kind of hand - one that made you not want to let go. But she did, sitting back and giving him another, more restrained smile. She had a tendency to put off new people, though she enjoyed meeting them. Maybe it was her accent, or just the way she smiled. She gave a little sigh, before looking up at Jameson.

"So, Jameson", she said, using his name, and smiling a little, "Are you from around here?" Her voice - the curious mix of russian & texan cadance - was soft, and shy, as she didn't want to scare him away, like every-one else who had walked off today.

ooc || Yay Nah, it's fine - I think every-one let those threads die in the end, so all's good <3

[align=right][color=white][font=garamond]"The Upper East Side? That's where the Whitney & the Guggenheim are, right?"

Rebecca tilted her head to one side as she thought of what he called the 'Silk Stocking District'. She had read about it some where recently - both the museums & the area, though she had never been to either. She ran a hand through her hair, and followed his eyes over the city covered in a winter chill.

"I've never actually stayed here for long, until now. I've just been to and fro from Texas to Russia. Would you ever leave here, fully?", she said, giving a small smile as she turned to look at Jameson. Her curiosity as overruled her caution, for a second, and she bit her lip, wanting to pull the words back.

"Sorry, if that's a bit personal, seeing as I've only just met you." She pulled a slight face & rolled her eyes at herself.