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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr](track until i return)
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]avatarjinny has logged on

avatarjinny : so
avatarjinny : what are we talking about??
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]It did smell different from the village, but…it was familiar in a way. The same salty, ocean, TidalClan scent was stale, but it was the same secent that filled the beach front back at the mall. That, and it looked…destroyed.

"It is beautiful," She agreed with Icepaw. "But, um, what…what happened to it?" Jinny asked hesitantly.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]avatarjinny : yeah um Finn
avatarjinny : let's not show them your parenting skills pls
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]If Seapaw was demoted, that meant…well, that meant nobody was on the medic team, with the exception that Jinny was in charge of them, and only a couple other people in the clan knew how to heal. Okay. "Noted, Mal." The cinnamon calico said, taking a seat. She was nervous as fuck for her trial leadership, and really wished that week would never come. Lady's trial had better be going next.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora hadn't seen anything like this before, but had certainly experienced it. The cinnamon calico was basically an orphan, having never grown up to know either of her parents. Oddly enough, she'd managed to keep a positive attitude -- when she wasn't yelling at Cains.

Stopping beside the admiral, Jinny carefully read the note, making sure not to misread anything. "At least they left a note," She murmured, breaking a mahogany gaze away from the slip of paper to the little girl curled up on the border.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr](diBS ON THIS CUTIE /shoves away cain and sammy)

Jinora frowned, joining the rather museful group. This little kid's mother had called him disfigured? Jeez. Jinora thought he was adorable. Unfortunately, as she had come upon the conversation rather late, she didn't catch his name. Smiling at him, the cinnamon calico tilted her head. "Yeah, you're welcome to stay here for as long as you like." She offered. Blinking, Jinny noticed his lisp, and his self confidence issues. God, what a cute little lump of mythology. Chimeras were in Greek mythology, right? "I like your horns, by the way." She said.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]okay so she's kinda starting to bother me
i need to know if she's like, a goody-two-shoes, or she's too bossy, or something. give it to me straight up, guys
i have major character development coming for her, so, that'll be the time to change anything about her.

also, ic opinions are optional. (:
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]/track
thread with Jinora?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]"I'll go, too. We need a new medic team." She said, nodding at Cain. The cinnamon calico wasn't all that great at social events, but she knew how much people in TidalClan loved injuring themselves -- thus, they needed some new medics.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Touché -- Cair was there and Jinora wasn't. As much as she loved her job, Jinny could tell that Cair somewhat missed her old job, if anything -- so she let her take this one. However, the cinnamon calico did take a seat on the scene, just in case.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]could you, please? i'm grounded until tomorrow. (:
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]dreamie didn't blame deer -- she was awful at keeping up with private threads.

Jinora continued to writhe from his tickling, still trying to push his hands away. Unfortunately, she could hardly breathe, and her ribs hurt. Well, they hurt even more when Sammy began tickling them. Gasping for breath, she tried to turn around, and attempt to knock him over, shoving her fingers into his sides. "If I'm ticklish, you must be, too!" She laughed breathlessly. Jinora missed the moments they spent together, even if they were both covered in sand.

After a while, Jinny was getting tired. She rested her head on his chest, trying to relieve the cramps in her sides. She could taste the gritty sand in her mouth, but didn't really mind. She could just wash it out later with a cold cup of water. Gazing at Sammy through half-closed optics, Jinora smiled. "You want to take this inside? We could go to my place this time. I've got a couple couches in there." She murmured, drawing a line down his chest.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Frankly, Jinora knew it would come to something like this. She'd felt it. Literally. But she hadn't expected it to be quite so…drastic. Of course, she'd come to find Cara as soon as that burning sensation had licked at her pelt, even though Jinora knew she wasn't on fire.

She hadn't been the same, the second time around. No teasing, no friendly insults. Cara had just become…different. And as much as Jinora hated it -- she hated it -- she knew there was literally nothing to be done. And this was the thought that caused Jinny to become indecisive between crying and just walking away, shaking her head in disappointment. "Rest…rest in peace, CaraLynn." The girl managed finally, unable to take her gaze away from the ashes as tears slipped down her cheeks.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr](list of injuries? Besides unconscious/possible concussion?)

As soon as Sammy came to get her, Jinora was racing out of the mall. Her clan mates had a knack for injuries, didn't they? It was inevitable. Reaching the scene, she nodded to Inuyasha. "Thank you for carrying her away from the rocks—that was a very smart thing to do." She thanked him, leaning down to inspect Clinton's head.

(Mobile af)
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Upon further inspection, Jinora grew worried when she found that gash on Clinton's head. Conjuring up some cobwebs, she gently pressed them to the wound, hoping to stop the blood flow before applying any sort of herb. Jinora also applied cobwebs to the broken foreleg, after pressing a comfrey pulp onto the limb. She wouldn't know the of Clinton's concussion until she woke up, but she could do her best to heal what she saw.

Now that the leg was taken care of, Jinny moved back to Clinton's head. She'd always been hesitant in dealing with head injuries, since any serious damage would be very bad. Carefully, she applied marigold and horsetail, since Jinora never took any chances. Then she re-applied fresh cobwebs, making sure the pulp stayed on. Then she glanced at Inuyasha once more. "Do you think you could carry her to my shop? I'd like to keep an eye on her there." She requested, hoping he would oblige.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]"I have nothing else to add -- unless my inactivity this weekend counts." Jinora said. Crap. She must have looked so stupid, shaking under her pelt, while Malkyn had played this off like it was no biggie. But she had this. Jinora could do this. Probably. Yeah. She already had several ideas.

Fine. She had one idea.
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Jinora was still nervous about the whole act-in leader thing. She was confident she wouldn't be picked, since Malkyn and Lady had much more experience. Trying not to think about it too hard, Jinny walked over to the bored, tail flicking behind her. This guy had a faint TidalClan scent lingering about him, but Jinora could tell any further than that. A returning member, maybe? "Name and business, please?" She requested.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]noted!
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora didn't think there was anything wrong with him—he just looked really tired. The cinnamon calico strode up, flicking her tail. Another bunny, hm? She wondered what would happen if he met Furryfoot.
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