Posts by raivis !

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damn right
dAMN IT ALL I GAVE IN
this place shall have another one soon
wow i'm still trash god damn it

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Strolling in with that same dorky grin, John bowed dramatically and took a seat by Hercules and Poe, like, somewhere in between the two of them. "Lookie, John got a new bod. Ain't it great?"

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Blinking in confusion, John shook his head and tried to figure out whatever this was. Power, sure, obviously...but what caused such a thing? He wanted answers, you know? And that wasn't usually his thing. That was Alex's thing. But still, when you come across a guy glowing, you want to know why.

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God, he used to drink all the time. Not because he had an addiction or was trying to get drunk or anything, it was just a way to have fun. And he could hold his own pretty well when it came to drinking, which meant him being drunk meant he drank a lot. Bad. "T&D? Why not? Let's do this!" John threw an arm around Alexander's shoulders, a grin on his face.

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And then Alex showed up. "Yeah? Glad you think so, 'cause now I can do this!" Wrapping his arms around the smaller cat, John simply picked up Alexander and swung him around a bit in a hug. Why? Because he could. There wasn't any other reason. And Alex was actually really fluffy. God damn. That was like, perfect fluff. "Wow...you're really fluffy. How do you expect to be intimidating when you're sp small and cute?"

john no

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IC
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Most Pessimistic Character: wHITEPAW

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Most Likely to Own a Restaurant: Francis
Most Likely to Become Leader:
Most Likely to Choke on Ice Cream:
Most Likely to Write a Book: Alex
Most Likely to Accidentally Throw Someone off of a Cliff:
Most Likely to Accidentally be Thrown off of a Cliff: Franics

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OOC
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wOW HUGE WIP

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Watching Helix roll around in the stuff, Whitepaw and Alex being quite salty about it, and everyone else getting a huge kick out of it, John shook his head with a snicker, which eventually turned into an actual laugh. This was too good. Great, actually. And glittery Helix was adorable. "So fabulous. Hard to get out, though."

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// no muse ahaha

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Jumping in like that one asshole deer who liked to jump in front of moving cars at the last minute, John smacked the book out of Sarcy's paws so he couldn't read another word. Bad, bad, bad. There were children...around. Somewhere. And even then, read that sh!t by yourself. Goodness.

Was he slightly drunk? Yes. But not totally, so he still had some wits about him. Enough wits to know this needed to be stopped, but drunk enough to slam dunk that book ballerina style. He then looked up at Sarcophagus, shaking his head. "Naughty, naughty."

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Standing beside Hercules, John looked the corgi up and down. He seemed harmless, but you never knew. Maybe he had some secret weapon, a power of some sort or maybe he was trained in some martial art. It all sounded a little out there, but to him, it was entirely possible.

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John cheered from the top of the staircase, waving his paws around. That was the greatest damn thing he'd ever seen. Every part of it. "That...was...AWESOME!" He looked like a little kid, and all Hercules did was tumble down the stairs in a box.

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"Of course there's room for you. We're not that big." John joked, playfully punching Lostboy in the shoulder. "Well...Hercules might be a little big..."

He noticed Fisher, and he glanced at the box again. "Sure, why not? If we've got room...if not, we'll push you down the second time around."

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The first friend he found was Hercules, and unfortunately for Herc, he would be the first victim.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeercules..." Trudging over to the table Hercules was sitting at, John sat down and found him going head first into the table. His thick curly hair was pulled into the usual ponytail, though some strands till fall around his face. He had his own coffee in hand, which rested on the table beside his head. "I'm tireeeeeeed."

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He felt Hercules ruffle his hair and poke his forehead, and he grinned. "Careful with the hair. You'll anger the beast."

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There was some conversation going on, but he was half asleep and didn't know what was going on. Hell, he could fall asleep right here. Maybe he would.

// *waves from the jrotc corner*
and here i was thinking i was the only one. xD

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Sitting by his other side was John, reaching out a paw to gently rub his friend's back for comfort. He then discovered that Alex being sad was his least favorite thing in the whole damn world and he didn't want to see it ever again. Not that he could control that, but he could do his best to console him, comfort him, all that.

With a sad smile on his face, John looked up and tried to look for something in the clouds. "I see a bird." He glanced at Alexander again for a second before focusing on the sky.

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so, starting Sunday, I'm going to be doing something for JROTC and i won't have access to any electronic device ( computer, phone, ect. ) for a whole week, so I won't be able to post anything.
Sorry!

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John was there, after a few days gone, watching with a shrug. Okay, cool. What had he missed?

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