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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 0.05px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;] [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]I NEED A LITTLE SYMPATHY TO SORE MY INSECURITIES! [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] It seemed Vanny was back. Now was a good time to... do that thing, yeah. The Abyssinian would walk into camp, golden gaze sweeping over the territory. Where was he? He really wasn't in the mood to make this a public thing... Ugh. Here came his sacrifice of dignity. Clearing his throat a bit, the male called, [b]"Uh, boss-man, come here," clearly reluctantly and rather awkwardly. He did hope others wouldn't show up but their arrival was inevitable. He huffed irritably (and no, this was not a confession of love; how absurd that would be...).
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 0.05px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;] [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]I NEED A LITTLE SYMPATHY TO SORE MY INSECURITIES! [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] It began with a gentle patter of rain.
None of the Rebels had minded this, after all; rain was not a problem. Sure, perhaps a nuisance to some, but also a blessing to others. It wasn't until the rain seemed to be incessant, increasing by the hour to the point that the carnival began to flood in the slightest. As the lightning crashed, everything merely worsened from that point-- chaos ensued, leaving them with no choice than to take shelter in an old haunted house building; the most stable building in the territory. How the Rebels would cope with this was up to them.
// so from this point on, open threads should take place under refuge cx (+ you can sticky this too chocco if you want, didn't know if it should be or not)
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 0.05px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;] [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]I NEED A LITTLE SYMPATHY TO SORE MY INSECURITIES! [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] Ugh, here they came... At least he didn't know Azula well; he'd seen her joining from afar but made no effort to approach, and he doubted Brandy would judge him for it. Karma huffed as the leader arrived, golden gaze fixating on him as he approached. Let's just get this over with... The Abyssinian blinked, coughing a bit. [b]"So," he began, attempting to force the words out but damn, he couldn't do this, no-- why the hell did he force himself to do these pathetic things? He could've just said nothing, moved on, whoopdeedoo, but... He averted his gaze irritably. "I wanted to... do the thing where I express that I regret what I did," Karma muttered, flicking an ear. "cough Sorry cough," he said under his breath, eyes still diverted from the feline.
[sub]wow really?? this is probably one of the fastest backboards then tbh
huzzah board blowing up ahh that reminds me, you should reply to karma n itona's thread :0
aww teayl xc it's totally alright; we'll miss her, and if you do decide to, we'll miss you <3 + do make a new charrie if you have the muse for it!! it'd be nice to keep your around cx
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 0.05px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;] [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]I NEED A LITTLE SYMPATHY TO SORE MY INSECURITIES! [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] That time of the week again. He supposed he'd do it again this week, why not? Last time it'd been interesting, and he enjoyed it, although it was hard to come up with individualized tasks all the time. Hm, he'd manage. Trotting into the middle of camp, Karma would call, [b]"Weekly tasks~!" and await for the Rebels to gather. There were some new additions to the clan, weren't there? He'd have to think hard this time around for the newer ones.
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 0.05px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;] [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]I NEED A LITTLE SYMPATHY TO SORE MY INSECURITIES! [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] // oh no gonna type very carefully then edit: i still did bad rip me
Spootting the feline from afar, Karma decided to approach, merely out of his boredom. He'd seen Vandead on the electronic device beo before, last time playing some sort of MMORPG. He didn't remember much, though he did recall him being bad at it because his character was dying. Peering over at the screen, he watched him play Mario Kart, eyeing as hs his car made several twists and turns, collecting some sotr sort of hovering cubes that gave him boosts. [b]"You actually play this?" the feline inquired, still fixated on the game.
[sub]karma doesn't have a theme song but there's this amv that's jam
[sub]my playlist for him is - you're gonna go far kid - the offspring - therapy - all time low - turn off the lights - panic! at the disco - courtesy call - ten thousand foot krutch - get well - icon for hire
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 0.05px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;] [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]I NEED A LITTLE SYMPATHY TO SORE MY INSECURITIES! [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]// no one's posting ic here so i'm gonna start it up ~
Karma woke that day feeling... rather peculiar. He hadn't turned female like that one time-- no, this was a different change. He looked the same, he was in the same body, but there was something that felt off. Something highly unlike himself, but there was absolutely nothing evidential as to what it was. Padding out into camp, his gaze would sweep the territory briefly for any others. Perhaps it was just in his mind. Clearing his throat, the male began, [b]"H-Hey guys, a-anyone else feel weird?" It took him a moment. Did he just... stutter? Twice? What was this excessive anxiety rising up in his throat? Cowardice? What the hell was happening?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 0.05px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;] [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]I NEED A LITTLE SYMPATHY TO SORE MY INSECURITIES! [hr][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] If there was one thing that the two of them had in common, it was their observance and the fact that they were both analytically minded. Logic over emotion, down-to-earth type of felines. Karma was a born manipulator; it was easy for him to see through others and to use their sensitive spots against them. A terrible trait, indeed; it was a mistake for it to be bestowed on the likes of him. As the male roamed the carnival grounds, he came across a familiar kitten he'd met during her joining here, briefly pausing to take note of what she was doing. Maybe the same thing he was doing; observing? Hmm. His paws were unintentionally silent as he approached, seating himself before inquiring, [b]"Whatcha doing?"
