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Stylopaw? That wasn't too big of a change. It was easy enough to remember. "Noted."

/ museless

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Florence grinned at Devlin. "Thanks, Devil," the turquoise-haired girl said. So maybe now she could just shove Luke in a purse and leave him there. As Calum arrived, she whirled around and shrugged. "He hasn't bailed me out yet," she explained, running a hand through her close-cropped hair, "but I would expect that the fucker would. If not, I'm going to invent a time machine while I'm in jail, go back in time, and kick him in the fucking throat." Instesd of preventing herself from doing the crime, she was going to abuse Luke. Wonderful. She fished around in her back pocket and tossed the spearmint gum pack it had contained at Calum.

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Florence threads, anyone?

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Of course they sounded dodgy. For one thing, Florence was the one who made them. And they were slightly pink. Slightly pink muffins made by a psycho are always suspicious. "They're laced with a bit of Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds," she answered, referencing the Beatles song that people speculated was about LSD. "Wanna try one? I tested them on some geese, the fucking Satan birds, and it went pretty well."

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Florence waved away Seija's concern and grinned. "It's not important how I got a hold of some LSD," she informed the kit. She turned to Devil, shook her head, and clicked her tongue unapprovingly. "Devil, how can you truly live without playing your ukelele stoned out of your mind? And no, Stylo. You're still a kid, so no muffins for you."

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As if Florence actually worried about Rosepaw. More like good fucking riddance. The oracle had no actual quarrel with the absent from other than her calling Luke cute. That was pretty much it. Flor was just petty as hell. She trotted up and sat beside Michael, nodding as she heard the changes. The Rift? Sounded nice.

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Florencemachine opened her mouth to say something about Biyoka's impromptu trapeze act and decided not to. She didn't want spiders crawling into her mouth when she was asleep. The oracle simply say down next to Stylopaw, trying to contain any snarky comments until she finally gave up and asked, "So how's the weather up there?"

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The turquoise oracle's face crinkled into a look of disgust at the thought of it raining puke, then the thought of Luke getting caught in puke rain made her giggle. It'd be pretty funny, but there wasn't any time to go get him. "I honestly have no idea how to get you down," she answered as she stared up at Biyoka. "You're probably stay up there forever and just sort of dangle around for generations to come."

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Florence shrugged and drank a bit of her frappuchino, glaring at the stragglers who walked by. "Probably true," she agreed. "You can only scream Fall Out Boy lyrics in someone's face so many times before they start to hate you." She felt a familiar buzz in her back pocket and scrolled through the group chat. Of fucking course Luke was late and Cal was the one trying to get him to school on time. Without her constant screaming and Calum's friendly concern, Luke would probably be asleep half-naked in front of some nachos with some J-Pop girl group playing behind him.

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Florence took a seat next to Michael and watched Jemma and Fitz, wondering if there were still any muffins left. Probably not.

+ shitty track

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"Dittoing Michael," Florence said as she approached. Litterpaw was a depressing name, but she could probably find a not-so depressing nickname for it eventually. If she tried hard enough. "I'm Florencemachine, the oracle."

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God, why the hell was she always late to these things? Florencemachine skidded to a stop just in time to hear that Saffronstar - now Saffronspice - would be stepping down, leaving Luke the sole leader. It was a damn shame, though, since Saff had been a great leader. "Ditto," was all she managed to say since she had been running for almost two wholes minutes trying to get to the meeting.

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Finally, a willing text subject. Litterpaw was technically old enough. Ten moons old was old enough to try drugs. As long as he didn't get addicted or whatever. That would suck. "Take a muffin, kid," she instructed. "Don't eat the whole thing, though. Take a bite and see how you feel."

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Florence sat on her bare mattress with an uncharacteristic stillness as she stared at the white wall. She usually never stopped moving - even when she was stationary, a finger was tapping here, a foot flexing there. But the teen was fixated by something, and it wasn't the wall. Rather, what was behind it. Abruptly, the turquoise haired girl rose, took the four steps necessary to come within arm's length of the wall, raised her fist, and drove it through the old drywall, which gave easily due to its age. With the first incision made, Flor tore through the rest of the wall, flinging pieces of it behind her as she destroyed it. All the while, not a single sound escaped her lips. No screaming, no mumbling. Nothing. Silence was the only thing that accompanied her destruction.

She stepped back, leaving a hole that vaguely the country of Germany the size of a notebook. The turquoise-haired fem reached in and fished around for what she was looking for. She pulled her hand out and along with it came a small wooden box about two inches wide and ten long. Flor took a deep breath and flipped the lid off. Twenty vials, all of them filled with the same thick black substance, sat in two rows of ten, awaiting their use.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself. With a slam, she closed the box. "I can't do this I -" She stopped halfway through her sentence and let out a laugh. Florence knew she could do this, and she knew why as well. Her hand that wasn't occupied with the box darted into the hole and retrieved a similar looking box, this one thinner and longer than the first. This box, however, contained not vials, but a single hypodermic needle, shiny with newness. Flor took the needle from its mahogany case and set the latter down along with the first box, which was now missing one of its twenty vials.

She was medically trained, which made getting the viscous liquid into the syringe easy. What was hard was trying to convince herself to do this.

"What if I hurt them?"
You'll hurt them whatever you do. This is the best way.

"They'll never trust me again."
They haven't trusted you since you were suicidal. Probably some time before that, too.

"What if they suspect?"
Let them. Let them see that they could've done something, but they didn't.

"They could've done something. I just didn't let them."
Even when you tried to go fix yourself the first time, you couldn't because you were too busy worrying about them. This'll disconnect you. Not only will you be alright, but they'll be better off in the end.

In the end. In the end they'd all be better off. But where was the end? Death? Running away? Neither of these options were appealing, but the voice in her head was right. She needed to be disconnected, to not be tethered to these people. To float around in space without having to worry about coming down for someone.

And with the decision made, Florence plunged the needle into her neck and plummeted to the ground in a crumbled heap. She looked dead - with the hypodermic needle up to the syringe in her neck, her mouth parted slightly, and her pale green eyes wide as the moon, she beared more than one resemblance to a cadaver. But her chest was moving up and down with steady breath and soon, the rest of her body followed suit. Ripping the needle from her skin as she stood up, Flor looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked the same as she had before all this save for two key differences; her hair, once the color of the sea, was platinum blonde on one side and jet black on the other, and her veins were filled with black. As she turned her wrist to closely observe the latter, she placed a hand over her heart to see if her goal had been accomplished.

No heartbeat.

Success.

Florence smiled, but it was a twisted one. There was nothing behind the smile because she no longer had anything to put there. She was emotionless, detached from Lithium City like an suicidal astronaut without a tether. She cared for no one, and no concern over what she could cause even occurred to her. Even how she carried herself changed. Her movements were slick and graceful like a predator stalking its prey and her state was harsh and analytical. What mattered most to her was her next meal, which the fem went off in search of as she left her room and went into the hall.

this is so lazy omfg

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Florence whirled around to look at Biyoka. For a moment, her face was as blank as a fresh sheet of copy paper then she remembered. Biyoka was supposed to her friend, and friends wouldn't just stare at each other. So she put on a smile and waved. "Yoka, there's nothing wrong with my veins," she told her, her tone surprising light-hearted. She looked down to see that her veins had returned to their normal color, which meant she had twenty four hours until the effects wore off and she would be pulled back into reality. "You're seeing things. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

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Flor nodded in agreement about things being iffy in LithiumClan. A lot of crazy things happened all at once, as if someone were deliberately trying to destroy the clan. It was awful. But then again, Florence had been at the epicenter of a lot of those things. It was why she was like this now. "I'm fine, Yoka," she assured the fem. "I'm not going to leave a letter and take off, since that last time gave me paw cramps for days."

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Florence read the note and inhaled deeply. July would be missed. Not by her, since at the moment she didn't feel too particular towards anyone, but he would be missed.

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Florence simply shrugged. She wasn't worried about Michael being concerned for her. If he wanted to be a hero and try to save her, let him try. It was too late for that now. "I haven't been to sleep in a while, so maybe that's it."