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[justify][size=8]Oh, Spock... The female thought, frowning slightly. It hurt her to see him this upset, this enraged-- because she remembered him as an overly polite, listening and understanding guy. But now? He was overly stressed, wound up and having kids. Kids! He moved on quite fast, Caroline felt, and that stung a bit, but this meeting was about Spock. Not her confusing feelings for him.

"I know, Spock, I'm just... Scared for you. So many things have, um, changed over the time I was gone." She admitted, her gaze searching his face. "I agree, hitting your head against a fucking tree is illogical." Caroline knew that wasn't exactly what he meant, but she didn't care. "Please don't shut me out, Spock, sweetie-- you know you can tell me anything." Caroline added gently, attempting to entwine her tail with his. Maybe it was a little in appropriate now, but she didn't care. They could call her a slut, a whore-- it didn't matter. She was helping her friend.

nope! this is where you order kits after you buy a kit voucher. to buy a kit, go to the shop > buy stuff > and then buy a voucher.

[justify][size=8]So much had changed with him. As strange as it sounded, she still wanted him to be bandaged up in bed, where she could take care of him and nobody could bother them. Where they could talk, she could tell him stories, get him whatever he needed without delay. It was easy that way. It was so much more peaceful like that, and... well, Caroline felt more secure. There was less drama, less shit to worry about. And Spock probably liked it, too. He wasn't feeling the same way he was feeling now: angry, isolated, confused. And even if he was, at least then he would find it easier to talk to her, right?

Caroline, as always, would hold his gaze, not moving even when he lied to her. Another day she would have found it adorable, him having such difficulty, but in this situation, when he was lying to her? Like anyone else, she didn't find it very comfortable. She broke the eye contact to look to her paws. "Are you having trouble with that Mockingjay girl?" Carrie decided to say at last, her voice level but a little strained, like it was not easy for her to say that name. She assumed taking a different approach might be easier; all he had to say was yes, or no.

[justify][size=8]Children. Caroline always found this an extremely uncomfortable subject-- she was never good around kids. But apparently this was the topic of the conversation, and as she approached she flashed Spock a look of worry but quickly forced a smile. "Hello everyone-- oh, I forgot to congratulate you, Spock, on the prospect of you becoming a father. You and Mockingjay must be excited." Her words were genuine, clearly, but they brought a sour taste to her mouth thinking about what it meant.

[justify]( no problem! they are so cute ajongkms )

Carrie caught that charming grin and felt her cheeks warm slightly ; she looked away, returning the smile mostly to the ground instead of to the guy she was walking besides. Coppermine? That sounded familiar, but she did not know from where. It was a strong name, and she liked it. "Coppermine," she repeated, tasting it for the first time and anunciating it with her smooth and feminine tone. "That's a good name. Hopefully I won't wear it out." She said with a smile, this one directed to him entirely.

It seemed, between the two of them, she asked good questions and he gave good answers. She liked guys like this; ones that were more mature, smart, and their minds weren't constantly fogged with the intentions of getting laid. Men that were real, so to speak, were the men she enjoyed the company of. She was tired of people calling her 'sexy' instead of pretty or beautiful, and demanding her to go somewhere with them she frankly didn't want to go to instead of inviting her to get to know them. She wasn't a sex toy. She didn't like being told what to do in order to pelase someone. And thankfully, with Copper, this wasn't happening. And it only made her like him more: he was confident without being cocky.

"I'm sure you are, Copper. You... have quite the way with words, and you have good morals, so..." She shrugged, offering another smile. "I get tired of those type of people, too. The people that are just selfish? It's agonizing for me to be around someone who only wants everything to be about them, and thinks just because they aren't with some *ty guy or some slutty girl the world is over. They're blind to the fact that there is more to life than just getting a lover that won't even last more than a couple of weeks. But I suppose this dislike of these personalities are because I put myself around them too much." She looked up to him, life in her eyes and a smile on her features. "Are you selfish, Coppermine?"[/justify]

[justify]( omf cataclysm setting her up to this
that would be a HUGE plot twist xDD )

Oh, if only people were more straightforward about things like this, just said how they felt as soon as it came; it certainly would cut through a lot of time, especially for Coppermine and Caroline. She was really... enjoying his company. It was like he was her Prince Charming, offering this 'damsel in distress' some assistance after so much was taken away from her. It was so much like a fairytale that it pretty much shocked her. But would this story have a happy ending? Or would it end up like all the others she had in her life?

Her gaze would find his face once again and she tilted her head slightly, curiously, as a teeny smile fell on her features. "Well, the past is the past, isn't it? It would be terribly unfair if I were to treat you differently for what happened, not what is happening. Well, I might treat you a little differently if you beat up your girlfriends or boyfriends. I'm not a fan of domestic violence." She looked away from Coppermine and towards the ground. Oh, she certainly was not.

That could possibly dissemble whatever they had right now, if he ever physically hurt the people he was in love with. Because in Caroline's mind, somebody who did that never really changed. Pressurepoint never changed. He enjoyed it when he struck her, actually. Because it was a good way of getting a good grip on such a free spirit, apparently: pinning her down in the dirt and screaming that she was a whore, a worthless whore right in her face. And then beating her bloody.[/justify]

[justify]Heh. Caroline was getting wet, too, so I guess it's time to ... clean herself up and drink a bit of water. It was funny; it appeared that the two were so interested in the conversation they were having with one another that the didn't at all realize where they were going. Now, up to her knees she was deep in water. The female was just about to bend down to take a drink before he moved in front of her. Carrie slowly lifted her head back up from it's slightly lowered position to meet his gaze, and she did not speak or interrupt. She just listened, enthralling aqua gaze on his firey amber ones, not moving and giving him her full attention. No one else could probably look more atttractive than her as she did this, but hey. They were already wet. Hopefully that wouldn't pose as too much of a distraction; she didn't know it.

However, Carrie was pretty impressed. Him, such a handsome and level-headed man, struggling several times in his life? The fact that he... raped a girl unsettled her slightly, but it was obvious now that he was a changed man. A man she was starting to deeply respect. After several moments of silence after his apology, she offered him a soothing smile. "Coppermine." She said softly, reaching out through the water to place her petite paw on his large one in a gesture to calm him. "It's alright, I... I understand. Don't be sorry. And... Bad luck with love? What do you mean by that?" Perhaps this would be a good conversation to have with him, just to... get some stuff off of his mind. She would turn her head slightly to inspect her wounds, none of which she could really reach: on her scruff, on her hind legs. It looked like Coppermine was going to basically be touching her ass today. Hoorah.

"Wait, before you start... would you mind... helping me clean my cuts? You don't have to if you don't want to, but-- I mean, I'll return the favor..." Ah, she always felt so terrible whenever she couldn't do something on her own, but hey, she didn't want these to get infected, so Coppermine was going to be the lucky man to scrub some blood off of her thigh and talk to her about his problems in the process. Two for the price of one, huh?

( omf that would be terrible XDD )[/justify]

giving!

[justify][size=8]And Caroline very much disliked indirect and jaded. Because it just felt like a lie to her ; there was truth, and there was defamation. No in between, no gray area. She had been deceived too often in her lifetime, as she often tried to put everything down to help people too far out of reach. There was no angels and devils on their shoulders anymore; just the latter. But she never realized that until it caught up with her, and it really was not fun. Not fun at all.

The beautiful female would release a sigh, feeling like she was reaching so many dead ends with him. "Telling yourself and I that you're okay doesn't make it true, honey." She would murmur gently, and those were what she thought was going to be the last words she would have with him today. She felt useless around him. Except... She pulled away from her own initiated hold on his tail and stood slowly. "I'll help you clean up. Come on." She said it without the slightest touch of her usual warmth, not looking back to even see if he was following. Why? Well, she just... Couldn't look at him, knowing that she couldn't really help. She felt betrayed, too. Trying to help someone who she thought appreciated her and him, not even saying a word that would allow her to do so. And it hurt. What made it worse was that she thought that he might have, just might have thought she was special, but of course she was wrong. He *ed the nearest girl he could find as soon as she disappeared.

Or at least that was how it seemed.

But this isn't about you, Caroline. She would remind herself, biting the inside of her cheek. And it wasn't. "I'm sorry, Spock, I just feel like that... Is the only way I can help. I don't know what's going on with you, but-- perhaps you'll end up feeling better if we clean you up and make you pretty again." she looked back at him, offering a weak and uncertain smile.

[justify][size=8]"Hypothermia," she was aware the kid asked Spock, but she didn't like how Mockingjay and the General were both looking at her at one point and answered for him. "It's when your body temperature drops far below average. You start shivering and you have difficulty thinking. Your heart rate drops and you can even stop being able to use your paws. If you don't get help, you freeze to death as your organs start to fail at functioning, including the brain. And then you get taken to a big room and burned ." Heh. So much for Starclan.

[justify][size=8]Now that got a smile out of Caroline. She looked to Lee. "Perhaps he had a little bit of dehydration, too, but... Well, he got Mockingjay pregnant." Oh, Caroline. Bravo.

Calling Um um the black widow? Because Scarlett Johansson (:

[justify]Only a few days into her homecoming and there was already seemingly a lot of drama involving her. Most of it involving Mockingjay and Spock. She hated drama, honestly; and of course she wasn't trying to be a homewrecker, but nobody really seemed to know or care about that. Oh well.

The female was padding along the border, her gaze on the ground and her mind in the sky. A paradoxing combination, I am aware, but she spends a lot of her time... just like this.[/justify]

[justify]( oof! so sorry for lateness oo: )

His euphoric smile was contagious; she found herself smiling back, too, only hers was a bit weaker. "Yes, I have a couple friends already-- though a lot of them are the reason for all of the drama." She admitted, that smile fading as she gazed towards the ground. It wasn't easy, coming back to this shit and being blamed for a lot of it. But oh well, right? "Oh, it's nice to meet you, Aztecpaw-- I'm Caroline. You can call me Carrie if you'd like."[/justify]

[justify]Well, that wasn't expected. She was trying to decrease the tension, but clearly that wasn't okay to do. She blinked towards Mockingjay, not really understanding her anger. "It doesn't mean...anything." Caroline responded calmly. "...It was a joke. Sorry if it offended you." As difficult as it was ( because pregnant women were fucking intimidating ) she offered a genuine, apologetic smile.[/justify]

[justify]Caroline blinked, turning, and wondering what the hell was going through Mockingjay's head to ask a complete stranger something like that. Carrie considered to keep walking, because she hated confrontation, but she instead took a breath and shrugged slightly. "Why does it matter? The past is the past." She decided to say, because if she just said yes she would feel like she was rubbing it in this girls face-- and she didn't want to do that at all.[/justify]

[justify]A look of incredulous questioning would pass Caroline's expression. "What? You're his girlfriend, how would that be right of me?" She responded, blinking. "As a friend, yes. Not really as anything more. He's... really stressed out, and I'm worried about him. That's all." But was it really?

[justify]Oh, believe me, any wounds she ever had really only came from Pressurepoint, the fuck. Perhaps, once in a while, suicide would cross her mind, but she found the idea too... cowardly and never really did anything to push her closer to that idea. The female's beautiful cerulean gaze was on her paws through the clear water, half-closed as Coppermine gently aided her in cleaning up. "Thank you," she said softly before he started, turning to face him and meet his eyes.

What? That... really was not a very upbeat story. What kind of friend of this girl would self harm just because she was with Coppermine? How much of a jerk could he be? Sure, cutting was serious and she should be sympathetic for the guy, but it was difficult. In the end, he still dragged his claws over his own wrists due to something that didn't even involve him. It sounded like he had plenty of control on the situation to not do such. Carrie frowned. "That's... disgusting." she said at last, once he finished. She couldn't help herself; it was.

"Again, selfish people. Can't stand them in the slightest. I'm sorry you got mixed up with those assholes, Coppermine... you didn't deserve it, what they did. After all, you were just trying to... be with someone. Love someone." The more she thought about it, the more this guy sounded like a hopeless romantic. It was cute, in a way. Really cute. Not what happened to him, of course, but how... sensitive he was. "The right person will come to you one day." She added, an assuring smile on her muzzle.[/justify]

[justify]"I'm sorry for everyones losses. It's tough, I'm sure. But we should be celebrating their lives, not mourning their deaths. That's what they would want, right?" Her tone was soft and not at all pressureing; they could do what they desired.[/justify]