Posts by - NOODLE TUSSPOT NICCALS

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IC: Noodle was having a pretty good day so far, of staying up and thinking about Russell while she was laying in her nest. But when she heard the cry, she sat upwards, whiskers twitching in slight concern.

She yawned as she approached Ech, and mumbled "Noodle?" To ask if the other was okay. She slid closer. "Noodle, noodle."
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IC: And then Noodle snarled, lip curling until she slunk away, muttering in rapid Japanese.
//rushed
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IC: Noodle wanted to do the thing! She scampered over, poking one of the pots with her paw and asking "Noodle? Noodle?"
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OOC: GUESS WHOS BEEN DRAWING A PARTICULAR CHARACTERS NOSE ALL DAY BECAUSE I CANT DRAW HIS NOSE AND I NEED PRACTICe
mE

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IC: "Noodle!" The Siamese shrieked, bounding over and skidding to a halt in front of Franky. She looked the male over, helmet bobbing on her head as a large grin was shown on her face. She wiggled in her spot, and said once more "Noodle. Noodle!!"
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IC: The kitten raced over, stumbled to a clumsy halt, and squealed "Noodle!" In hello. She was a guardian, but she really couldn't say that just yet. So to improvise Noodle just said 'Noodle.'
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OOC: oooooo somethings gonna happen

IC: Noodle hated gore. She hated it. Ever since when she was little, and that happened, she was terrified of blood and guts. Just a small amount of blood was okay, but this? This was too much. The kitten was having a normal day, running around and screeching her own name, but when she ran up to the scene to see Harvest do something rather disgusting, her voice caught in her throat.

Noodle stared downward, watching as blood pooled over her paws. Behind her helmet her eyes were huge, and as she watched a flashback shot into her mind. A flashback of blood, car squeals, her own shrieking, and the blood of her own father pooling onto the black pavement, guts spilling from his broken and damaged body. And then, she was back, but tears were streaking from her face.

"Noodle- Noodle- R-R-Russell.." She said, voice wavering as she gave Harvest a terrified look. "R-Rus-Rus-sell," Then Noodle scrambled backwards, crying as she hid behind a bush.
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OOC: noodle can only say noodle so uhhhhhh
track anyways

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OOC: i hate u y cant u be sympathetic towards noods

IC: Noodle was trembling, still mumbling 'Russell' under her head. She would occasionally poke her head from behind the bush, crying and looking at Irish and Harvest before she ducked away, gagging at the gory sight.
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IC: Noodle forced herself against a wall down a back alley, a few rats scuttling around her feet as she squeezed behind a dumpster. She stuffed the box of crackers she had just retrieved in her large coat, watching as the person she had stolen from stomped past. Despite the problem she was in, Noodle was grinning. She loved the thrill of stealing. It was better and more fun than staying with a bunch of screaming kids at the orphanage center. She couldn't remember how many times she had escaped from the place, so much so some kids were asking her how she escaped. She only responded with 'Noodle!' before bolting off. She didn't mind being homeless.

Noodle slipped from the dumpster, and snuck past, disappearing into a crowd of people. She took a few skipping steps forward, and was about to sprint away when she skidded to a halt. She tripped over her untied shoe-laces, adjusted her helmet, and looked upwards. She was in front of a store, looking in the display window. In that display window she was a plush of a whale. She wanted that whale, now. She looked down at the crackers she smuggled, then up at the whale. Maybe....

She slipped into the shop, walking to the back and taking one of the plushes. She then walked over to the locked back door, dug around in her pocket until she found a pin, and unlocked the door. She was about to leave when someone looked at her. An employee. She stared. They stared. Noodle turned and sprinted away.

That was until she tripped, promptly in front of someone - which was Graphite, who she had no idea was at the time -, landing right on her face. Instead of getting up, Noodle stayed silent, hoping that the other would just walk away like everyone else did. Just leave a ten year old girl laying there.

Up until now Noodle realized how much people sucked. Her crackers popped from her jacket, being exposed to the world.
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OOC: they need a friend/hooman thread
could you make?

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OOC: ahhhhh maybe the clans are sections of the same city and like. theres these big gangs that hang around that area and are named after the clans?? and the people in that area just go along with it

plus the reference is the siggie!! 0:

IC: Noodle wanted a candy bar. There were bars in the drugstore that she was currently standing in, the ten year old femme holding onto a large hershey's candy bar. But alas, she was homeless. Which meant she didn't have any money. She shuffled her untied shoes, looking down at the candy. She wouldn't steal it just yet, she would ask if someone would buy it for her before she made the big run.

As she spotted Bones walk in, she turned, adjusting her helmet thoughtfully and walking over, her small and slender hand emerging from the huge hole that was her jacket sleeve. She tugged Leo's shirt, and said "Noodle?" Waving the candy in the air to ask. Maybe, he would. Maybe he wouldn't. It didn't really matter whether or not he complied, it would just be that one conclusion would result in the police after her. Once again.
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OOC: speAKING OF WHICH I JUST GOT THE TITLE
youuuuuuuu

IC: Noodle pointed at the counter, then at the candy bar once more, eyebrows raised. "Noodle." She says again, adjusting her helmet as it began to fall over her face. She wanted the candy, right now. She never had candy in a long time! Yes, she did have the open title of stealing it, but her guardian Russell told her only steal the necessary stuff.

Yet again, Russell was dead and Murdoc also told her anything was legal if your not caught. But Russell wasn't a gross old man, so, his ruled out Mudsie's. Noodle kept looking up at the other, holding onto her backpack with one hand and the candy bar with the other.
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IC: Noodle ran her finger along her neck, and slumped her head, sticking out her tongue and making a 'blah' noise. Then she shrugged. She didn't know where 2D or Murdoc was! She knew they were alive, that's for sure, but she didn't know where they were running off too! So Noodle just considered to mean as Russell. She then waved the candy more wildly, saying "Noooooooooodle!"
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IC: Awww yeah! She took the candy bar, and just stood there, watching him. She said "Noodle," In thanks, but she still stood there. This guy intrigued her, a whole lot, actually! So she decided to stay for a while. He seemed real mean and stuff, but she used to live with a real mean guy. Was this any different?
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IC: Noodle had this... weird feeling. Something hot that would creep into her body and mostly make her warm in the face. She never had this feeling, and yes, she tried to get rid of it using violence. But, as she continued to have it, she seemed to realize something. It only came when Storypaw was around her.

This really confused Noodle.

But she also realized that when she had that warm feeling in her face, she was somehow happy. Happy to see Storypaw stumble around and, well, talk to Noodle. Noodle felt privileged when Story talked to her. This happened all so quick and recent, and when Story went away, Noodle was screaming in frustration as to why she felt pleasure when the other was around. But, she was screaming for another reason. She was screaming because she couldn't make the other happy. This confused Noodle even more, but her mind kinda told her she felt like this. Was Noodle in love? No! Why would she? Why would Noodle be in lo-

Okay, maybe she was in love with Storypaw.

Noodle was currently in her den, making a little present for the kitten. She was making a helmet; identical to her plastic one. But this one was made out of foam and paint. Noodle wanted to give it to Story, maybe make the other like her back?? She didn't know, but she hoped.

As she finished, she looked over the helmet. It was painted pink, with little butterfly and flower stickers on it. But there was also real flowers glued to it, as well. Noodle nodded to herself. Yes. This is good.

The Siamese picked it up, and raced out in the open, skidding to a halt and screaming at the top of her lungs "NOODLE!" To see if Storypaw would come over and allow Noodle to give it to her.

Yeah, Storypaw will love her now. For sure!

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IC: And Noodle followed him. She took her backpack and stuffed the candy in the front pocket, before she zipped it back up and quietly followed him to see what he was doing. She had a extremely curious look on her face, and she pointed at the pills, asking "Noodle?" innocently. She wondered what they did? Was he a nurse lady?
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OOC: ooooo i knowwwww haha

IC: Noodle raised her eyebrows once more. Hospital? Was someone sick? The girl looked curiously at the bag before she put both of her arms on the backpack and looked down at the pavement. She didn't like hospitals. For reasons relating to when she was little, but she wont say. But she looked back up suddenly, and asked "Noodle?", basically saying if she could tag along.
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IC: Be injured, huh? Well, Noodle could solve that! The female walked away for a few moments, before she came back, holding out her hand- which was bloody, a few of her fingers dented. All she did was slam her fingers in a door. Was this injured? Well, Noodle kept a straight face the whole time she showed him. She wanted to go see inside, maybe remember some stuff if it was the same hospital! She pointed to her bloody and broken hand, and said "Noodle."
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IC: Yes, it was. Noodle pushed it too her, and grinned her usual creepy grin, saying "Noodle." Great, that same d*mn hot feeling. But, Noodle didn't care. She seemed happy, and that satisfied Noodle. Now would the warm feeling go away? No, it wouldn't. D*mn. Again. She wanted to scream, which Noodle promptly did. Who cared if anyone saw? She didn't care.
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