Posts by PATRICK STUMP!

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/hey it's fineee! gotta love grumpy characters <3

you can see that other chick from the corner of your eye, but she quickly vanishes back to wherever the hell she came from. hm. that kind of discourages you, but then again, maybe she's just timid? you think about calling over to her, and you would have, if she didn't completely disappear.

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" i see. " you reply with the smallest of sighs, peering off in the direction in which she had left. " i'm sure she'll come around. right? " you look back to draco, your eyes full of some sort of muffled concern. you wouldn't want to make enemies, after all.

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he should teach darby how to fight with swords ^u^

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who makes?
yeah it would be pretty fun to teach darby how to use swords cx

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you saunter up to the two of them, aiming to bump draco's shoulder with a paw as you move to sit beside him. you very clearly are struggling not to laugh. a joint.. ha. you probably would have said the same thing, but this is quite honestly the first time you've really heard just what draco's rank is. anywho, you can tell from the jump that you're going to get along with this new guy.
you flash him a smile. " yo, i'm darby! " you say, sitting up taller at the mention of your name, looking smug as hell. " i'd totally offer you a tour 'nd everything, but i barely know the place myself. "

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you've designated a spot out towards the center of camp to serve as a sort of meet and greet area sh—t. a cigarette that an npc was so generous to give to you dangles loosely from your mouth, between your lips as you grin. so far, these people mostly seem like hard asses, or bad asses, sometimes both. fine by your book.
" yo, everybody, my name's darby! if you're all not too busy doing whatever the hell you guys do, some names would be nice, to get to know you, or whatever. " your accent is thick as ever, even when your voice trails off at the end. you're actually not much of a people-person, so you're not quite sure what to say here at first. oops.
you decide to just make up for lost words with a long drag of your cig, turning your head over your shoulder to exhale the smoke. your eyes, gold as gold itself and round as dinner plates, flick left and right, waiting for someone to draw over and actually look genuinely interested to get to know you.

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oh, looks like you've got a few takers!
first, a cinnamon coloured canine, whose name, apparently, is kathryn. you nod her way and flash a grin. you really, really envy that fur. yours is just drab in your opinion. " good to meet you. "
aww, and then the cutest kitten ever bounds right up to you next. when she flops over, you struggle not to seem like one of those grandmothers who just pinch the sh—t out of their granchildren's cheks. " hey, kiddo! it's nice to meet you. "
it would seem like her father comes along next, to whom you say, " she looks just like you. " it's true; as they're sitting side by side, you can really see the resemblance.

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of course, you'd heard about his brother's death.
it pained you to even think about it, because you've been there before. although you partially can't relate, you lost your sister when you were too young to do anything about it. you were too damned helpless yourself to be able to keep her, or your mother, safe. you loathed yourself beyond comprehension for that, even now, so many months later. it's always on your mind. what would your life be like had you been a little bit stronger, or a little bit wiser?
would you have even met draco, or anyone else in boneclan?
you'd still probably be nestled underneath of some bridge by the side of the congested city traffic, breathing in the choking fumes but feeling so f—cking content with life. you'd be scrouching for every meal, begging for every handout you could get, but at least you'd be surrounded by your family. family is everything, and you hate that draco has to go through this. you wouldn't wish it on anyone.

speaking of draco, you spot him just a few lengths ahead of you, his back facing you.
head lowered, you wonder what you should even say, or if you should say anything at all. you definitely don't want him to feel like he's alone through this. you clear your throat, taking a slow step forward. " you really do look just like a pirate. " you say, forcing a weak, forlorn smile. your eyes couldn't be more sullen, glued to the ground in front of you.
it isn't long before you're by his side, wrapping your forepaws around his smaller frame and just trying to comfort him the best you can. oh goodness, you're so f—cking lame. but what else is new?

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within your cottage, towards the far wall, you've found a strange old mirror, about your height, just lying there all cracked and weathered.
it looks like it has definitely seen better days. the intricate patterns and designs etched into the wooden frame seem like they're good as new, honestly. your eyes trail along the edges, following the curve and twirl of each carving.
then they rest in the center of the mirror itself, and you can see the hazy reflection of yourself. all it takes is a swipe of your paw to clear the dust away, and the image is enhanced. you feel almost a little surprised when you finally do see yourself, because you haven't in at least a month.
your eyes, round as a doe's, bronzey-gold in color, and bright as anything, stare back at you, and you think it's safe to say that's the only part of you that hasn't changed.
you can see what looks to be brownish patches of fur right beside your ears, on either side of your head. you've never seen that before, to say the least. your ears themselves are a little less square than you remember them being, and right about now they look more like limp, thin, porkchop shaped objects, that look a lot more like those of a labrador retriever.
you recall that you never met your father, so you start to wonder. maybe you're half labrador?
even your snout is a bit more broad than a border collie's should be, although speckled with black dots that resemble freckles.
whether you're a labrador or not, it's still a bit confusing to think about. what do you have that's border collie?
you sit with a huff on the cold, hard floor, lost in your thoughts as you just stare and stare into this mirror.

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as if the timing couldn't have been better, said joiner is making her way towards carmen.
from the moment you first saw her -- or at least saw her leaving -- you figured she was maybe just the shy type. " i'm sure she'll open up to me. right? " you'd said to draco as you watched her disappear as if she blatently disliked you or something. you could almost feel that negativity in the air, even after she'd left. you picked up on it, of course, but draco assured you that she's really, truly, a great friend.
and you believed him immediately. you're dreadfully niave, and even though you were almost certain that she harbored some kind of hatred towards you, your mind did a 180 after he told you that. funny how you'll believe anyone, automatically assuming that everyone in the world has some good in them.
maybe you just don't want to see the truth.
you know that there are bad people and bad things out there in the world, but you have an instinct to downplay and sugarcoat things as much as possible. why? simply because you don't want to see those things. not anymore.
you've seen your fair share of murders, rapists, thieves; you name it. your own sister was murdered in cold blood, raped in an alley and left to die there. the thing that scared you the most was the fact that it could have just as easily been you. if you'd been in that exact spot at the sidewalk, at that exact time, she might still be alive. for a while, you wondered why it wasn't you, and how cruel the world was for taking your sister away.
instead of opening your eyes, one could say it blinded you.
you know there's evil in the world. you just refuse to see it.
and so, you bound right up to carmen, whom you've really never seen except for that once. she's elusive, ypu figure. she looks much more different up close, mainly because you hardly realized that she's a damn lioness. you're a lot smaller than her, in retrospect; you're just a border collie lab mix. it hardly seems to faze you now.
" hey, you're carmen, right? " you ask, white-dipped tail swaying from left to right ever so slowly. " name's darby. i heard good things about you from draco -- " you pause some then, blinking twice. there's that overwhelmingly strong feeling again. it cuts you off mid-sentence and so you just stand there, a twinge of confusion on your features.

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// me too omg xc

despite her hulking frame, you stand your ground. you can see the hatred in her eyes, and it brings you back to that day, where you lost your sister to some monster. the eyes are almost the the same as hers, smoldering and intense. you swear at one point carmen's became red like a demon's. of course, that isn't the case, but it would easily match voice and appearance now.
the eyes.. they're going to pry a negative reaction from you; fear, and sorrow. underlying anger, too. " what have you got against me, huh? " you say, your voice shaky and threatening to break any second. this is the first time you've ever spoken to her, and she's this hateful? there has to be another reason.
does she hate you because of your accent? or are you too damn happy for her?
you can feel the tears burning for release, but you try as best as you can to stay firm. her booming voice caused you to begin trembling, and even your throat became terribly dry. dammit, why are you such a f—cking wuss?
apparently draco's the only thing standing between you and carmen. it doesn't cross your mind that she could possibly have some feelings for him, not at all. you can't even really think about that now. you're so busy trying to keep your eyes from spilling with tears. it's even starting to be hard to keep your head up, to face her, the very reflection of that damned monster that took your sister from you.
" if you want me to leave him alone, or.. leave boneclan, i will. " you say, barely audible. your heart sinks then. would you really leave? you don't want to be causing any problems, and if this chick has something against you, you don't want to be in the crosshairs. oh god, you're so f—cking pathetic. a stupid coward. you hang your head low finally, closing your eyes and expecting some sort of explosive reaction from her. maybe you deserve this. maybe this is happening for a reason. like karma biting you on the ass for whatever the hell you screwed up this time.

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you can't help but get a little startled when you hear the stranger's voice behind you, at the window. very visibly flinch, spinning around to peer up at him. hm, just as you suspected, you've never met nor seen him before. you're about to answer him when another voice does.
" i wouldn't say admiring.. " you say with a shrug, eyeing the two curiously. you quirk a brow, quick to ask, " hey, don't think we've met. i'm darby. "

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" yeah, guess so. " you answer with a loose shrug, standing and just smiling away at the friendly guy. it isn't long before you have a name to match the face; sebastian. that's a bit lengthy, and since he's cordially given you a nickname, you might as well give him one. " heh, nice to meet you, too. you can call me whatever you like, dude. " you swipe your tongue across your ebony nose before adding, " you got any nicknames? " -- you blink, an idea suddenly coning to you that causes your facial features to brighten some -- " how 'bout seb? " you're eyeing him so expectantly.