Posts by CHARACTER CEMETERY !

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] "Yeah, but 'lost time'? What does that mean?" Emma asked, a scowl growing hard on her muzzle. 'Lost time' sounded something like what Emma experienced as an ADHD child. She would zone out, and loose track of what time it was. Then there were other situations, where she would be enjoying something, and suddenly it was over -- or she would be doing something she absolutely hated, and it would drag on, and on, and on.

She hadn't known Billy well. Emma was still trying to recover from Anime's death, and that wasn't going over well. Seeing her dead clan mate on the ground didn't help much, but a part of her wondered where Billy had gone off to. She'd seen him once when Octoberghost had splashed him with water, and then he'd disappeared.

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[size=7pt][font=verdana]CALL UP ALL OF OUR FRIENDS, GO HARD THIS WEEKEND.
FOR NO DAMN REASON, I DON'T THINK WE'LL EVER CHANGE.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Peeking out from behind Sola, Auden frowned at Bastille. "I have an uncle?" She asked with a frown. It wasn't that she didn't like him, of course, he was just...weird. He talked like he was half drunk, and kinda walked weird. Though, that was just how she saw him. Maybe he was a really nice, really laid back person. While dreamie laughed her ass off in the background, Auden studied Bastille. "So, what's your name again?" She asked.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Bloody hell, what was with all the disappearances these days? Shoving her way onto the scene, Emma practically pushed an npc off their feet. Hearing Lucinda, Emma had begun to feel a panicked bubble rise in her chest, threatening to pop. "Can't win all of what?" She demanded, finally pushing her way to the front. The immediate scene and scent hit the roof of her mouth, and her entire pelt stood on end. Funkit. Her friend.

Gone.

"Where is he?" She growled. Fun couldn't have just...disappeared. Emma had already lost Anime -- she couldn't afford to have another person close to her just drop off the face of the earth. Whirling in a circle, Emma felt a lump in her throat. "Where is he?" She asked more urgently, wincing as her voice cracked. Emma was going to hunt down the bitches who thought they could just take Funkit without any sort of resistance. Bloody hell, she was going to hunt them the fuck down and tear them apart. Or just sic Neptune on them.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] "Fuck yeah, we're gettin' him back. Maybe lead a raid or two." Emma growled, stalking up. She was still grief stricken about Anime and Funkit, and this wasn't helping at all. She wanted to lead one of those raids, just to kick The Exile's ass.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; color: #ff9368; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%]auden elizabeth!
[size=7pt][font=verdana]CALL UP ALL OF OUR FRIENDS, GO HARD THIS WEEKEND.
FOR NO DAMN REASON, I DON'T THINK WE'LL EVER CHANGE.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Auden hated thunderstorms.

Which was kind of a lie, actually. She was fascinated with them, and also scared of them at the same time. It was very hard to explain. And, Auden wondered why, why on this particular day, a thunderstorm decided to strike. Fuck the weather, no?

Stumbling off the small, rather insecure raft, the soaked wolf pup stared back at the ocean, where white caps appeared in the churning sea. Dumb water. Looking through the rain, she tried to recognize some distinct features about The Rift's territory. Of course, she could hardly make out anything in the dark. "Hello?" She called out. "'Dai? Rosy? Dad?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Emma still wasn't in that great of a mood. Stalking over with an dissatisfied look on her features, the silvery white wolf glanced down the crest of the hill, watching the boulder as it left a dust cloud in its wake. "Nice." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Turning an intense silver gaze on the apprentice, the little girl frowned. "Who are you?" She asked.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Emma stormed in next. A blinding pale blue aura pulsed around her form, making her look like a lighthouse beacon. She was so fucking done with these Exiles. She was going to find Laserpaw, find Annie, and maybe Funkit -- because honestly she didn't even know if he was here -- and drag them all back home, hopefully knocking a few Exilers in on the way.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] "You better hand them the fuck over!" The little girl yelled, easily dodging the main blast of the fire so it barely singed her. She might have been young, but bloody hell -- she had a heck of a lot of battle tactics and information stored in her brain. Ducking as Deccy went in to box her ears, Emma conjured up her knife. She aimed to stun the Exiler with a scream, amplifying it with sound wave manipulation. Then she would lunge forwards, hoping to plunge her knife into the female's shoulder.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] (gRAVITY FALLS YAAAS)

"I think it looks great." Emma offered her own opinion, sitting nect to Home. Of course, she was biased, since she wore a blue hoodie for the cold season. Nodding her approval to Frozen, she cracked a mischevious smile. "You can never be too warm for winter." She pointed out.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Hey, Emma liked this one. She had a good mouth on her, and a sassy attitude. With a mischievous twinkle in her silver optics, the silvery wolf walked over, a smirk twisting her maw up at the corners. "Aw, come on. I've said worse than that, and y'all put up with me." She told Traf, arching fictional brows at Neptune's son. Turning her gaze back to Tori, she offered her that fun-loving lopsided smile. "Emma Mirie. Call me Emma, though -- Mirie is my middle name. Get's on my nerves when people call me that." She introduced herself.

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"N...no. I don't want to."

Hm, that sounded a little bit childish. But that was okay, right? Because, guess what? Emma was a child. She was just a child carrying too much on her shoulders, and it felt like she was holding the weight of the world. her world. And fuck -- she just wanted her big brother back.

So maybe she sounded a little big bratty, and maybe she sounded emotionally devestated, but it was all okay...right? Because this was just another bump in the road. Another day to put up with. Emma's motto was "keep moving," because she knew that if you stuck in one place for too long, you'd become attached to things, and then you'd get hurt. That's why Emma wanted and didn't want a boyfriend -- they were like obsessive attached leeches who followed you everywhere.

Or were those girlfriends?

Whatever the reason, Emma sat there with her hood drawn over her ears for a good five minutes, even after the Coldplay song was over. She tried so hard, so vainly, not to cry. Emma didn't want anybody to see her like this. She was supposed to be a hardcore badass little girl, not some Disney princess weeping on a windowsill. However, Emma's eyeballs decided to be dicks, and thought they should cry, because that was what eyeballs did.

The little girl finally pushed herself off the wall and went to hug Neptune, because she was grateful to him for trying to cheer her up. "I miss him, Nep. I want t-to know when he'll come back. I want to know when m-my big brother's going to c-come back." She cried quietly, not really giving a shit if she was making a scene.

(Oh my gosh YAS MUTT YAS
+ also mobile sorry for the crap post)

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; color: #ff9368; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%]auden elizabeth!
[size=7pt][font=verdana]CALL UP ALL OF OUR FRIENDS, GO HARD THIS WEEKEND.
FOR NO DAMN REASON, I DON'T THINK WE'LL EVER CHANGE.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Nah, her sister wasn't bossy or pushy. She was just open and laid back. Auden wandered over, offering the unfamiliar female a slightly lopsided, mischievous grin. "Heyo, Rosepup. I'm Auden." The bespectacled wolf pup introduced herself. Auden realized she might start calling this girl Rosy out of pure habit, whether she meant to or not.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] "Nev's a badass princess. I say no more."

"Just kidding. She is a kickass person with great leadership skills, but she's also a great friend of mine. She's also the kind of kid who'll come running through a random room throwing flowers at everybody, but hey -- it's not that bad."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] shit um
like the third one and maybe the fifth one XD

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] "Hey -- don't think I've seen you around before." Emma commented, wandering over. "Who're you?"

(track (: )

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; color: #ff9368; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%]auden elizabeth!
[size=7pt][font=verdana]CALL UP ALL OF OUR FRIENDS, GO HARD THIS WEEKEND.
FOR NO DAMN REASON, I DON'T THINK WE'LL EVER CHANGE.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Auden squinted through the rain, trying to wipe her glasses off. When a creature suddenly pulled her into an embrace and a familiar voice whispered in her ear, Auden nearly had a heart attack. "Rosy?" She asked, hugging her friend.

Watching another figure appear out of the gloom, Auden squinted again. Hey, look who it was! "Hey, Ed. Fancy seeing you here." She greeted, just now realizing that Ed probably had a dual membership with The Rift and BloodClan. "I'm here to visit some friends, my dads, and my brother." Auden added, answering his question.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Smoking doesn't look that bad, Emma considered her chances of trying out a cigarette. She'd probably choke on it or something, or end up having Neptune tackle her, and she'd just suffocate under a giant ball of fluff.

Walking up, Emma arched fictional brows at Nep's temper. That was getting way out of hand lately -- and she needed to talk with him about that. "Okay, Nep, you gotta calm down." Emma said, patting his leg. She'd have a bit of a temper when she grew up, but, hint hint, Emma didn't know that yet. Hahaha.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] Sure, why not? Emma was all about anything creative. Wandering over, Em took up a look of interest as she waited for something to happen.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%] shRIEKS
TRACK
OMFG TANGLED IS MY LIFE

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