Posts by August D.

Seija Kijin wrote:

I'd like to claim that the smol-childishness was an intentional move in the interests of making a composite character, but I really only aged her down so I had an excuse for her to be just moral enough to not get kicked out in the first week. XD

Speaking of Biyoka, Fae needs to get over here
Biyoka has so much shipping drama surrounding her

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]moralness is obvious not an issue here if flor was allowed to stay and be oracle
we all know if anyone should've been exiled, it would be florence
even if the other contestants were current luke and sociopath michael
everyone would vote flo

biyoka has the most ships out of everyone tbh
bessyoka, luyoka, seiyoka
everyone flo used to be shipped with is dead or gone :^(
i mean luke is still here but fluke can only get you so far

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]Oh God, what a question. This wasn't an answer that could come right off the top of her head - she actually had to think about it. Flor began to knead her bottom lip with her incisors, trying to answer the question in the most honest way possible. Did he really scare her?

"Yes," she answered slowly. That was the honest answer. Luke scared her, but it wasn't the bone-chilling, soul-shaking fear she was used to. This kind of fear was almost childish compared to some of her past experiences with the feeling. "You do scare me, but I've felt worse," the blonde added, looking him dead in the eye. "I've dealt out worse, babe." Because who doesn't fear an ex-serial killer who still could break you down just by taking a break from you?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]Florence couldn't help but to smirk at Ashlynn's excuse for not using the usual pleasantries. The other Gemini had a bit of an attitude about her that reminded her of Americanbeauty. Swallowing both spit and the memory of her sister, the ex-oracle sat down and noticed how small Ashlynn was. Flor was small, but even she had done some growing since her death. Probably because she'd gotten a new body that Luke couldn't make fun of for being short. Even in death, Florencemachine still made sure to consider every possible outcome. Almost like future vision, you could say.

"Honestly, I don't think that you'll think it was a pleasure meeting me," Flo admitted, the black ring piercing her septum wiggling as she scrunched her nose. "I'm pretty awful, in case you haven't heard."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]Florence had listened to a good amount of cocky Fall Out Boy songs and had started not feeling so sorry for herself. What was the point? Moping around didn't get anything done. If people still hated her, then so be it. If she felt like doing anything to show how sorry she was, she would do it. And if she didn't, then she wouldn't. It was as simple as that, and it was the reason she hadn't hung her head around Devlin. Devlin hadn't forgiven her yet, and that was OK.

"Welcome to LithiumClan," the cream fem said, trotting up with a small smile beside Seija. "I'm Florencemachine, but Flor or Flo will be fine."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]The fortune teller could only have been Sadie. Florencemachine remembered quite vividly the head cavalier's plunge into the sea. It had been excruciating, but what could she have done about it? Nothing, that's what. "Welcome to LithiumClan, Avery," Florence greeted. "I'm Florencemachine, but Flo or Flor works just fine."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]Florence had been living out of her truck, Old Gertrude, for the past couple of months. She didn't want to go back to the huge house she'd once shared with her family. It would've been awful, having to be surrounded by all those shadows. Flor knew she should just get her shit together and get an apartment, but something that wasn't her apparent lack of funds kept stopping her.

So until that block subsided, Flo lived in Old Gertrude, which was now parked on the beach. On its hood was the long-haired blonde, her straight platinum tresses tied up into a ponytail and her pale legs crossed as she stared out to sea. Her small fists were wrapped around two chunky crystals, one in each, to help with her meditation. With her eyes closed, she breathed in and out, feeling calmer with each set.

But the citizens of Lithium City were loud and nosy, so that serenity would be gone soon enough.

Seija Kijin wrote:

I'll get to the private threads at some point, still struggling with despair at the prospect of going back to school tomorrow.

You know I'm behind on pop culture when I don't even know who Josh Dun is. XD

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HE IS ACTUAL SUNSHINE AND IF YOU DON'T THINK SO, I'LL BEAT UP YOUR CAT

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]"MOTHERFUCKER."

Hadn't they been allies with BloodClan? Guess all that had gone out the window now that Sola was gone. A string of curses erupted from the ex-oracle's mouth as her bones cracked and realigned to form the skeletal structure of a silver kitsune, the experience painful after months of avoiding it. Seija's advice had been good - a strategy Florence herself would've come up with sooner or later - so she took it, hanging back until she found the right time to attack.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]/ THAT WASN'T SMOOTH AT ALL HEMMO JFC

"No, I don't want you dead."

Florence laughed, though it was more of a sharp exhale than a real laugh. She and Bessie weren't the same - it was their circumstances that were similiar. Both of them had loved Luke, albeit in completely different ways, but now he just wasn't the same. They both still saw him as the uncoordinated blond with a heart of gold but now he had changed. He was sarcastic, a little bit cynical, and a borderline asshole.

Just like Michael.

Is that why Flor hadn't just ignored his cries for help? Maybe it had just been those Oracle instincts kicking back in. But what if he hadn't been acting like this? What if it hadn't been Luke at all? What if it had been, say, Bessie? Or maybe Biyoka? She wouldn't have opened the door for either of them. Because Florence had been taking the time to think about herself for once, and even still, Luke was more important to the Oracle than she was. Was that was love was?

"Mmhm," the blonde hummed. For some reason, the thought of clarifying what kind of love she meant didn't seem necessary. Love was love no matter what kind it was, right? Love was about knowing you would die for a person but live for them, too. And if that was love, she would love Luke no matter what.

/ this is so trashy like where was i even going with this

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DYLAN H. wrote:

[fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height:-12px; text-align: justify;]noted + agreed!! i'd be happy to make a training thread or something idk

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]With a slow, calm stillness that came from doing nothing but meditating from the time the sun rose until now, a good six hours, Florence stood up on the hood of the truck and tightened her grip on the crystals before chucking them into the sea without even opening her eyes. Was she frustrated? Obviously.

She swung her legs over the side of the car, her bare heels tapping the window. "Ahoy, mateys,"she greeted as she opened her eyes and took her hair out of its ponytail. "What brings you aboard the S.S. Gertrude?"

Luke H. wrote:

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LUKESTICK

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if ur shipping luke with himself im going to kill florence

Seija Kijin wrote:

New Luke/Former Luke?

that's actually not a terrible idea

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]OH SO IS THAT LUKESTICK?
if so, nvm what i said about killing flor
for now

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]dylan and flo??

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]Allegiance? What did that even mean? Florence had a lot of things going for her, surprisingly enough, but an extensive vocabulary wasn't one of them. She preferred to stick to the old classics: shit, fuck, dammit, hell, and anything else she decided to pair with it. Fortunately, she knew enough to figure out that Apophis wanted to join. "Welcome to LithiumClan," the blonde feline greeted as she padded up, a smile decorating her lips. She had gotten rid of the snake bites - all that metal on her face was just uncomfortable.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]rip my heart
i'm always a slut for au's + reference

When Dylan had arrived at the grave, Florence had been on her way to the park in the Range Rover she had found in the garage of her old home, her license having been reinstated a few months ago and Old Gertrude finally given her last salute before becoming scrap metal. The keys had been lying on the kitchen table, so she'd taken them. If she remembered correctly, the truck belonged to an old, but somewhat distant family friend. It was roomy enough for her to keep her stuff in the trunk and sleep in the backseat, and it had a banging stereo system.

Plus, it reminded her of Michael.

A lot of things reminded her of the redhead - who had been blonde the last time she'd seen him. It was the reason she never went to Walmart or 7/11. She stayed far away from the local records store with its Slipknot albums in the display window and the Guitar Center a few blocks down. Too many things in there reminded her of him. Flor had sworn she'd even seen in him in there strumming an acoustic, but she'd been imagining it.

It was funny, though, that she found herself going out of her way to avoid things that made her think of Michael, but yet here she was at the park, walking with a strange urgency as she gripped a bouquet of bright yellow daisies. They were the only flower she could think, however innapropriate they were.

Flor knew what the plaque said - she had memorized it, tracing the letters with her fingers over and over until they started to clench up in the cold. Michael had never mentioned any family, if Luke and Calum didn't count, so she supposed the plaque made sense. If only the boy in whose honor it was commisioned did, too.

"Hey Dylan," she mumbled, honestly surprised to see him here. Not many people were as fond of visiting places dedicated to old, painful memories as she was. It was her obsession. The more she was there, the less it hurt. It was closure for her. The people she had loved were dead, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was why she was always at the Bordelove plot in the local cemetary. Mer, Tat, and Blue were all there, six feet under and waiting for her to join them. "What brings you here?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]/ FUCK YES this is a shitty post BUT FUCK IT MER <33

The voice that sounded in the halls was as familiar to Florence as her own. Dropping her dye bottles - which she had been arranging in no particular order - she ran, yes, ran as fast as she could towards the source of the sound, the only thought in her head being "My sister is back" over and over again until the words didn't mean anything. Even still, they meant a lot.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH, MER." That was one way to greet your adopted sister. Maybe it wasn't the right way, but Flor hardly did anything the right way so why start now? The platinum blonde stood a few feet away from the ex-cavalier, her paws rooted on the ground as her smile grew wider. Was she crying? No. At least, not yet.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]Florence smiled, despite how lame and devoid of happiness it looked, and reached up to fiddle with the hairs on the nape of her neck with her free hand. The one that wasn't carrying Michael's flowers. Maybe a bench wasn't the right place for flowers. The florist had asked her if she were visiting a grave, after all, but that was the thing. She didn't know where Michael's grave was. One time, she had been in the cemetery for hours looking for it without any luck. To her, it seemed like it didn't want to be found. Maybe deep down inside, Flor really didn't want to find it. She didn't need the physical closure. Michael had been as good as dead to her before she died.

"That's why I avoid exercise," she explained jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood. It was like trying to tell a knock knock joke at a funeral. Dylan didn't help much either. Florence couldn't help the slightly strangled sound that came out of her mouth when the younger teen mentioned Michael. It still stung, even after all these months. "Yeah, I knew him," she answered. Saying that felt like lying. Did she really know Michael? Not as well as she knew Luke or Mer. Hell, she felt as though knew Calum better than she new Michael, and she and Calum had never really talked about much more than calcakes and meese. "It does suck a little. Actually, it sucks a lot." And then more words came tumbling out. "I'm always missing him even though I hated him and I think the feeling was mutual. And I see him in places, sometimes. Like in the record store. Or just walking down the street. I know he's not there, but still."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]There a few general rules Florence followed in LithiumClan: one, don't eat the goddamn muffins; two, do not screw with the geese because they will shit on everything you love; and three, if Seija was screaming, shit had hit the fan. Seija screaming combined with Yoka's name set off so many alarms in her head that she wasn't quite sure what to do other then run towards the source.

Flor had seen many things happen in her time as Oracle - her own adopted brother/apprentice had sawed his own leg off then had the audacity to chuck it out the window, for fuck's sake - so she was experienced in gory situations. Those kinds of things didn't effect her. At least, not until now, they didn't. In those instances, it hadn't been Biyoka.

"She's dead," were the only words that the ex-Oracle could muster. That was just it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]"You're welcome," Florence joked, the smile on her face looking almost painful it was so wide. "But seriously, this white thing has to go. You're tacky and I hate you." She was quoting Jack Black movies now. Wow, Flor. Your adopted sister and best friend comes back from the dead and all you can do is scream at her and quote somewhat horrible movies? Nice.