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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 390px; padding-right: 15px; text-align: justify]"I'm coming, i'm coming," the engineer mumbled as he picked up his pace, though he had a smile on his face and a little skip in his step. Today was definitely a good, happy day- the sky was clear, the air was fresh, the place really did look amazing, and he was with his favorite girl in the world.

His girl. Jemma.

The smile on his face did nothing but widen when the fawn-colored girl began rambling, and he had to stifle a little chuckle when she realized what she was doing and stopped abruptly. "I know, Jemma. You've been telling me all about it for the past two days, remember?"

.. but of course, he wouldn't really get a response as she suddenly bolted. He stopped for a moment, rooted to the ground in confusion, before seeing her get swallowed up by the mouth of a cave. He shivered- something about that image made him feel uneasy. Fitz's paws began to pick up again as he jogged after her, peeking into the black abyss before entering himself.

"Jemma? Jemma! It's really dark in here," he called, and he felt unnerved by the way his voice echoed off of the walls and came right back to him, pounding in his ears.[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]His maw snapped shut as soon as beauty found him, and his green eyes focused on her intently. For a moment, he considered lying to her, but the thought was shoved away immediately. If he really wanted her back that badly, then lies weren't gonna help him at all. So as he sat down and rolled over onto his back, he let go one more scream before glancing at her upside down figure.

"Coping," he said, both his tone and body language casual.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]His form seemed to flash in an instant (which was an exaggeration, of course) as he flipped over and stood, then ran over and did exactly what beauty thought he would do. His body blocked her escape. His mind was burning with a million things to say, a million questions to ask, and a million things to do- specifically to the girl who made his blood boil and his heart stop while beating its hardest at the same time.

"No, no, of course not," psycho said, gaze drifting away for a moment before coming back. "I'm coping with you. Or more of, the absence of you. Y'know, us not talking to eachother, you brushing me off and pretending I don't exist when you know it makes me crazier than I already am. That's what I'm coping with. Screaming really helps; you should try it sometimes.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]He growled as she shoved past him, and this time he was determined to make her hear what he had to say. His claws flexed before he ran around her again, this time putting a tail length of space between them before he tackled the female. He placed himself so that he was barely touching her, but she wasn't gonna get by until he was ready for her to. Being bipolar had a couple of perks, he supposed.

"Now, I'm gonna try to explain, and your gonna listen whether you like it or not," he hissed, his eyes blazing. Even though it may not have seemed like it, Psycho was angry too. Angry at all of his disorders, angry at beauty- which he knew was unfair, but couldn't help- and angry at the people around them who had absolutely no idea about the past.

"One, I'm not the only person who has changed. Do you think it felt nice for me when I showed up, and.. And.. You already had a bunch of other friends, your attitude had made a 180, and even your pelt had changed? The only thing that I ever did was go off and get myself get thrown into the oblivion of another disorder!"

By the end of his moment, he had been yelling, eyes still raging as a fiery emerald-green before his body slumped and he took a deep breath. That last part might've screwed him over, but it wasn't like he could keep it a secret for long. He straightened himself, glancing at beauty carefully before going on again.

"Two, I always thought that you absolutely hated it when I had no filter. I was always too happy, or too sad, or too angry, too much... everything. Like my entire being was too much space. So, when I came here, I tried to tone it down a little, y'know? Fit in more, try to at least pretend that in not mentally fucked up, and become a normal person that you could fall in love with."

As his eyes searched hers again, he slowly moved off, unsure about how she would react to him talking about why he left. He wouldn't be surprised if she just slapped him and walked away, so that's mainly what he was prepping for.

"And now, uh, for why I was gone. See... okay, give me a second since I'm having trouble processing this, but.. One day, back at the Agri, I was messing around up in the barn shafts- like usual- but I.. I uhm.. I slipped. I slipped off one of the rafters and banged my head hard on the ground. When the medicine cat found me, they dragged me to their den and tried to help me, but I refused.. And, At one point, I shoved through them to get out of the den. To get to you."

He took a shakey breath before continuing, looking on edge, like a scared mouse. Which was very unusual.

"I had stumbled around blindly for a while, and at one point when I could focus, I noticed that I was nowhere near the agriculturalists. It was really muggy, and there was foliage so thick you couldn't see.. I tried going back, but I managed to stumble upon an entirely different group instead. I won't lie to you, they were kind, and I feel bad that I forgot their name, but they forced me to stay until I got better, which.. I never did. So instead I had to make my way out, and I finally made it back, but.. By then the agri had a new name, and you were nowhere to be seen. So I'd been searching for you ever since."

After realizing he completely avoided the topic of his actual disorder by ranting he jumped right back into it. "The point is, when I fell from that rafter, I developed this thing called temporal dysplasia. It means that I can't really perceive time correctly anymore.. And.. Any emotions tied with time are hard to feel. Like, really hard. So I can't feel guilty about me being gone for so long, I can't slowly trust anybody, I can't really develop feelings for people. The only feelings I gave are love and protection and things of the like for you, beauty, because its all what I felt before the accident."

There. He said it. He said all of it. Now if she wanted to walk away, she could. If she wanted to hit him, best him, scream at him, she could. Nothing would matter anymore if she didn't love him anyway.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Present and also hungry, but definitely not for orange chicken," he said as he entered. Well, half entered. There was something that he was keeping outside for the moment, so his arms were holding onto said something and the upper half of his body hung in the door.

As he quickly entered all the way, they discovered what exactly he was grasping- actually, more of who. "Is this one good? I made sure that I knocked him out with a wooden plank instead of.. Ya know.. So if anyone finds him at the moment, we can say we were trying to help ol' john doe."

He dropped the body next to the booth Hayley was perched on and slid into said seat, picking up his feet and crossing them as he linked his fingers and glanced towards Florence. He heard the name, and did nothing but give a little faux smile. The name wasn't as bad as some of those that Hayley called him- in public and behind locked doors.

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crackship: psychomachine
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Cameron had immediately smiled when Hayley laid the kiss on his lips, and he gave a quick one back before nodding and givng off a slight puppydog look. "Okaaaay, but only because you said so," he replied with a little smirk.

As Florence made the remark about self control, the green-eyed man grinned, flashing fangs for a few seconds. "Oh, please. Self control takes patience, which I clearly don't have." His arm went around his girlfriends' waist without thinking, glancing at the body before bringing his focus back to the table.

And then his focus went right back to the body as Biyoka asked, eyes slitting similarly to the woman sitting in his lap at almost the same time. He didn't speak, merely hissed quietly- she had it handled, as per usual.

He tilted his head slightly at the words 'amusement park', a small smile gracing his features- which looked wrong, and unsincere. "Aw, come on now, Flo, don't be like that," he said, eyes seeming to unfocus for a moment. "I gotta be the one to bring the fun to the party, because clearly you won't be the one doing that.

Yeah. Tiny rivalry. Which wasn't tiny, but whatever.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]SO.

Since psycho literally knew basically nothing about any of the clanners that inhabited this lovely place, he decided that it might be of use to actually get to know people. I mean, it wasn't like they were gonna be leaving anytime soon, right? Psycho was sick of being a mentally afflicted nomad- the least he could do was be a mentally afflicted cat with roots somewhere.

"HEY!" he yelled after seating himself comfortably in the lobby, rolling over on one of the seats and getting some loose fur stuck to the fabric. "MEET AND GREET, SO.. SHOW UP IF YOU'RE BORED, I GUESS." It felt like that was one of the only reasons meet and greets happened. Boredom. Also the exact reason why he was holding one, but whatever.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Hey there, Alfloozy," psycho said as he padded forward, kind though unsmiling expression everpresent. The nickname was something random that rolled off of his tongue easily and without thought. "The name's Americanpsycho C.G, but you can call me psycho if it's too much of a mouthful," he said easily. Beauty's words echoed in his mind and ears, loud and clear: Behave, play nice, and don't hurt anybody.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Psycho padded forward near the others, but simply decided not to say anything, really- as someone who was still currently a psycho, as the name implied, he would understand the entire thing. But he didn't even know what she was thinking about, because he didn't have telepathy, so it kinda just looked like Florence was mumbling to herself. Dang. The things that roleplayers have to keep from their characters.

Anyways, another reason why he didn't speak was because, from what he remembered, him and Florence disliked eachother. Very much. At least, she disliked him. Which was probably actually hate. Damn. He kinda wished he could hate her back, but that was.. technically impossible.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]He glanced towards where the voice came from and stopped mid-roll, looking at saffronstar from upside down. He blinked a few times before rolling right-side-up, feeling the blood rush away from his head while he began speaking. "Hiya. I'm Psychoamerican C.G, but you can just call me psycho."

Wait a minute.

"No, wait, I got that wrong. I meant Americanpsycho. Sorry. But not actually," he continued as he rolled once more. "It's literally impossible for me to feel apologetic, and why I really would feel bad over such a small thing is beyond me, so. I would say nice to meet you, but now it feels like i've known you since forever, so that makes things a tad awkward."

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]im CRYING THATS LITERALLY THEIR RELATIONSHIP

He can't even hate her back tho

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;] AYYE a thread sounds awesome!! Can you guys make them tho?? mobile sucks :/

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]AYYEE

Name: Cameron
Age: wow he's 25 I didn't even know this
Faceclaim: Kyle Harris

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]I cANT VREATHE TRACKING

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]it fits the bill so I mean it's not like I'm complaining

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Psycho had originally just padded up next to Beauty, ignoring Flo as best as he could while watching the leader and listening closely to the announcements. When his girlfriend was given her promotion, he purred lightly, althought it sounded a little forced- it already felt like she had always been a Cavalier, so it was a tad odd to be congratulating her, but he did it anyway.

And then.. he was promoted? What? Really, skech was ecstatic, but Psycho did nothing more than nod and let two simple lines slip from his lips. "Thank you. I'll do my best for the clan." It was like he couldn't really show how he felt, whether it was good or bad.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]alrIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT HOW ARE Y'ALL DOING TODAY GOOD OKAY LETS GET ON WITH THIS

my character psycho isn't exactly the most predictable, or the most likeable, and not many people know him. SO. i thought that it'd be a good idea to make this thread and kinda explain a few things about him that i've been hinting at IC.

CLEARLY PSYCHO HAS SOME STUFF GOING ON UP IN HIS BRAIN. and, of course, like a lot of mental disorders, none of it is good. he's let these things rule his life, so they sort of define him by now- so let me define them instead.

Temporal Dysplasia: Temporal Dysplasia is a disorder that basically breaks the perception of time. Those effected with this don't feel the passage of time, leaving them generally cold and emotionless. Any emotions tied to time, whether they be good or bad, cannot be felt (ect. fear or surprise, friendship or love). Now some of you might be asking, 'How can he love Americanbeauty if his mental disorder says he can't?' Welp, this little thing happend back when he was in The Agriuculturalists- he was being stupid and fell off of a barn beam, cracking his head on the ground and effecting him with temporal dysplasia. Though, even before he was effected, he was deeply and completely in love with beauty. Love for her is one of the only things he can feel, but he tries his best to be normal again.
Bipolar Disorder: Some people already know what this is, but i'll explain it anyway. When you're 'bipolar' it means that your emotions can change on a dime, provoked or not. You could be happy as a butterfly and someone says one little thing, then the next moment you're either raging or crying- the point is your emotions are basically very unstable. This disorder is kind of innefective now, because of psychos temporal dysplasia, although he used to be very effected by this.
Obsessive-Compuslive Disorder (Intrusive Thoughts): This is something that still effects him, sadly, and it's definitely not pretty. To explain OCD in the easiest way, it's like this- there's this little switch in your head for anxiety/fear, and it turns on whenever you're in danger or in a situation where you should be fearful or feel anxious. OCD messes with that switch and turns it on when there's no danger and no situation. The people effected with OCD usually have something that they do repeatedly to calm this feeling, and they do it impulsively. Psycho's OCD is intrusive thoughts, meaning that sometimes he'll have something random that pops in his head and really stresses him out or makes him afraid; these things are usually sexual, murderous or things that would specifically pinpoint his fear reflex (that would be like loosing beauty, her dying, images triggering his Trypophobia, ect.). This actually does effect him, but not as strongly as it used to. He merely feels uncomfortable with these thoughts instead of being sent into a panic attack.
Trypophobia: This is something that the roleplayer/skech experiences herself- trypophobia is technically the fear of holes. To be more specific, it's the fear of the pattern of irregular holes, and also what might come out of them as an irrational afterthought. As mentioned with the OCD, these things only make him feel uncomfortable now, although as a reference to before his incident... lets just say that he got really freaked out by a sponge one time and jumped into a haystack.
Insomnia: A lot of people probably know what this one is, again, but whatever. When you have Insomnia, it means that you can't sleep, and when you finally do most of the time your dreams are filled with terrible nightmares. Psycho still has nightmares, although they don't effect him as much anymore like the other two listed above. Basically, this just makes him seem like he barely sleeps. His insomnia is chronic.

Welp, that's all i've got for his freaky brain stuff right now. He might develop more mental disorders later on, although i'm very unsure about that. Feel free to ask questions if you want!