[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"E-E-Every person f-for them-themselves. All-all th-th-things allowed. J-Just don't h-hurt an-anyone too-too bad," Billy said, every word sending a ripple of pain through his body. "Qu-Qu-Questions?" He stuttered.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"I w-wasn't planning on-on sp-sp-sparring," Billy muttered, averting his gaze to his paws. He wasn't stupid; of course, he probably should've made it clear he was sitting this one out.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]It would be nice to be a part of the medical crew -- he got hurt enough and wasn't the best fighter by any means. Striding over and blinking orange optics, the Bengal took in a breath. "I'm B-B-Billy Bibbit. I h-have a-a little experience." He had been treated a few times in ColouredClan, as well as some in other groups. He could do minor things, but nothing extrodinary. If he didn't get picked, he would at least know how to treat his own wounds instead of bugging the Doctors and Nurses for even more help.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"Tr-tr-truth or-or dare." Billy called simply. That was all; he was trying to show his face around some more after his roleplayer's blight of inactivity. Whatever. Sitting down, he waited calmly for someone to respond.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy strode over, hearing the commotion. He didn't know what was going on, but it didn't seem to be good. Quirking a nonexistent eyebrow, he glanced over the duo rather curiously.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"I'll w-w-watch." Billy stammered. His ribs were still not in the best condition to fight, so trying to pick up tactics seemed like the next best option. He took a seat on the sidelines, eyes resting on the two who were about to spar with a diluted curiousity.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy watched, a frown on his face. She was stupid, he thought with a roll of his eyes.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]That was simple? Billy blinked orange eyes in disbelief -- he didn't know any of those flowers! He cast a sideways glace to the male who answered the question rather easily; was this something that everyone knew? He felt his cheeks flushed with hot blood. He ignored Charcoal's answers, instead vaguely pointing at one with tons of tiny yellow, narrow petals. "I-is th-th-that ma-ma-arigold?" He stuttered, rather unsure of his choice. He vaguely recognized it, as he was pretty sure it'd been used on him multiple times, but he'd never been too good with names.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Hearing the voice, Billy Bibbit strode over rather curiously. His eyes drifted from Dirk to the crowns laid sprawled on the grouns by his feet. "D-D-Did you ma-make those?" Stammered the kid, his voice ringing with curiousity. His orange optics once more lifted to meet Dirk's gaze.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy approached, nervously eyeing the white bobcat, gritting his teeth. He rested his gaze on Kassi, trying to ignore the rather rude agender felidae with a deep inhale. "B-B-Billy Bibbit," stuttered the striped domestic cat with a light smile.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]The charcoal Bengal tabby didn't recognize the femme, unfortunately. He strode over, taking a spot next to no one in particular. He offered Chelsea a warm smile. "B-Billy Bi-Bibbit." He stuttered.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy hardly recognized any of these people. He awkwardly strode over, the sun's warm fingers digging into his fur. It was nice; for now, at least. Once the raging heats of summer hit, the sweltering weather would be almost too much to bare. But for now, he enjoyed the tingling warmth. "I-I-It's nice out, t-today." The domestic feline stated, smalltalk not really his forte.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy's ribs had finally healed (thanks to liquid time), and he was going to go. He wasn't the best fighter, however he needed practice. Taking in a shaky breath, the domestic cat bounded forward, anxiety prickling his paws. He just hoped he wouldn't fuck it up.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy came forward, uneasiness clear on his face. He took in a deep breath, internally trying to pump himself up for battle to no avail. He could do this; he had to do this. He had to fight and had to win. Clenching his teeth together, the male looked around for an opponent that didn't look too hard.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]It had been just any other day for Billy -- walking around, not doing much of anything, when the words rang through his ears. More attacks? Flattening triangular auditories, the male raced towards the call, baring his teeth nervously and searching for someone to fight with.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Billy had been rather inactive of late. Which was fine, but he wanted to try to step his game up. Blinking sunset orange optics, the nervous little Bengal strode out of his room, bright rays of sunshine blinding him momentarily before his eyes adjusted to the blinding light. Sucking in the air around him, the male found himself wandering about, taking in the ever so familiar sights as subconsciously longed for someone to converse with.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]That was an odd sight to see -- not a loner at the border, that happened quite often, but a meerkat... Blinking as he stared down at the odd creature, Billy tilted his head to the side as he inspected the femme. "Nuh-nuh-nuh-name and bu-business?" Stammered the warrior.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]It was rather hard to miss the large griffin with a whiteboard behind him. The striped domestic cat turned around and inspected the writing with squinted visionaries. Reading was hardly his strong point; he could understand some, yes, but all of his life he never had to read. Thankfully, though, the words were rather simplistic; it wasn't like reading a lengthy novel, which he was glad about. The scribbles on the board finally began to make sense to him, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, someone took the words right out.
The male turned to face Maria; was she related to Natasha? She had to be, the had similar last names. He made a mental note to talk to her about it on his own time. He flashed the femme a polite smile as soon as he was sure she was done talking when a loud chirp pierced his thoughts. He scrunched his face, the noise unpleasant and sour in his mind. He glanced over at the griffin, who looked horrified as he recognized the presence of others.
The Bengal pressed his ears against his skull; had he done something wrong? Anxiety filled his head, thoughts whirring as he tried to think of the things he'd done in the past few moments he could've done to scare the poor chirping creature. Swallowing a lump in his throat, his October orange eyes glanced around at the members gathered.
"B-B-Billy Bibbit," stammered the kid with another forced smile.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]Not unlike Imperialpaw, Billy had no clue what spin the bottle was. Curiously he padded over, head tilted lightly as he waited for an explanation of the game; if he found it to his likings, he'd play. If not, he could always sit out and watch.
[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia]"I-I-I-I’m s-s-sorry."
One two, one two, breathe. One two, one two, breathe. One two one two one two one two one two one two. Breath, goddammit, breathe.
Like clockwork. A well-oiled machine. One breath in, one breath out. Every two beats of his throbbing heart, he sucked in the metallic-tasting air around him. After another two beats, he released. Rid his body of the dirty, dirty air.
One two, one two, breathe.
Right now, the only thing that helped him make sense of everything was the steady drum of rain against the ground.
One drop of rain. The body. Another drop. The blood. A third. Billy. A fourth. The knife. One, body. Two, blood. Three, Billy. Four, knife. Body, blood, Billy, knife. One, two, three, four, five. Body, blood, Billy, knife, trees, dirt, claws, fight, phantom pains, death, fur, body, blood, Billy, knife, water, grass. One, two, three, four! The storm. The thundering roar of overshadowing gods. The whole world pouring down. The entirety of the Earth, spilling its guts from the heavens. Bleeding. Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.
But even the leaking of the sky couldn't explain everything. The answers weren't falling. They remained in the gray clouds. They erupted a bitter laughter and loomed over the scene, a cold, everlasting presence.
Even the sky, the ever-knowing, all-powerful sky shut him out. Condemned to face the reality of his actions. To discover the savage meaning of this all.
One two, one two, breathe. Fucking breathe.
He took it all in. His eyes, once full of a soft shyness, now awry with horror. Glinting with consternation.
The dead body in front of him. A knife plunged deep into their neck, the blade twisted into the jugular with such anger, such acrimony.
Blood pooled around the duo. The dirt muddled the crimson, turning it into a murky almost-black color. Rain seeped into the late domestic cat's fur, removing the stains and revealing bare skin where fur had been ripped out and pinkish red scores where the knife had yet to come into play.
Billy. Innocent, tiny Billy Bibbit. The stuttering little darling of ColouredClan standing before the murdered loner. Billy, the cat who apologized for even thinking about swatting a fly buzzing around his head. Even he didn't know what he was doing there.
Surely, there had to be some explanation -- wrong place at the wrong time, some sort of misunderstand, something that wasn't the burning thought that he caused this scene.
But scratches riddled his body. Stinging, burning cuts that could only have been created with the razor sharp claws of a cat in distress covered every visible inch of his being. Silver fur and the undeniable smell of the Bibbit encased the knife that, no doubt, someone used to kill the creature.
The so-called warrior crumpled to his knees, giving his head a slow shake. "Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-no." He stuttered, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, almost unrecognizable sounds forming into the air. He didn't want to accept this; he didn't want to come to terms with the fact that he had killed someone. He had to have -- even though the memory appeared to be wiped from his mind, it was the only explanation.
His bottom lip bulged out, trembling and shaking. Tears soaked his fur, but with the heavy downpour, the only sign of the boy's crying was the shaking of his shoulders as he sobbed. A burning sensation filled his chest as he planted his face in the fur of the dead loner.
One two, one two, breathe.
