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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] okay I give you three situations and you say what she would say in them
Party drunk Your character died[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] "They're dead." Rosalie cried, trying to hold back her sobs but only making them worse. The images of blood and intestines still danced in her head like a demon. "They're dead. They're dead. They died. They killed and died and, and..." she ran out of things to sob for without revealing she killed a man.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] "Ive seen people eat each other alive i can handle you." Rosalie growled lightly and moved the towel to press it against his other wounds. She shouldnt of said that. That gave way to much information. Theyll figure out sooner or later. Once done with the towel she conjured temporary wraps and rolled them around his neck chest and stomach. Just in case there was any extra she missed.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] Rosalie nodded and let down the leader and sat away. Why not take Seafoam back to the camp first where they had everything ready? "Arent we gunna take him home first then treat Seafoam where you have things ready."
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] Rosalie grinned really big before becoming solid again. "I just focus on it." she said with the wagging of her tail. "If you ever get this power i can teach you how. Here in the clans, we get random powers every so often."
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] "Hi Mr. Barton!" Rosalie called from a distance away. She seemed a little far off to talk with the lynx so she limped over quickly to reach him. "Hows that neck?" she asked, real deep concern in her eyes for him. He saved a kit and fought a wolf. That was true bravery in the wolfdogs eyes. Even if her mother was a wolf she feared them since her- interactions, with a certain wolf.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] "Ah!" The wolfdog screamed as her head collided with the earth but she shook it off and barked in anger and lunged at the bear, aiming to bit and tear into the animal's head and tried to dig her hind legs into the flesh of the eyes. If Coloured clan was going to fight dirty, she'd give them hell. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] I see Rosalie as Prim if she was a human because she likes to help people, she's sweet, mean when she wants to, and fights for whats right, and may die in an awesome explosion (spoilers) lol
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] Rosalie had been munching on a cookie when she heard the noises of Thor consuming vigorously a box of pop tarts. With the bite of a cookie and a giggle, the pup limped over with a grin. "Someone's hungry." she mocked, eying the wrappers left on the ground. She picked them up quickly and put them away before the wind could blow them off and hurt an animal somehow. Her brother, before she was abandoned by insanity, nearly choked on a soda ring once so this was something she had a small OCD for.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] "Phantom why do you have to be so mean! I hate you!" The wolfdog snapped, ready to tear a throat out of she wished. These words were just the scared excitement talking but she still sobbed, covering her head with her paws. "I k-killed h-him..." she whispered to herself, still sobbing so it probably sounded like a short lived gasp for air in her tears. phan don't be mean to meh babes -_- lol [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] Rosalie heard a sarcastic remark and knew instantly it was Tony Stark. Mean man he was but he sounded hurt. The wolfdog knew that even mean people have souls and lives. He didn't deserve to die, well not today any how. Even if it wasn't her post she would feel her paw around his back leg like Shallowcollapse did when they found her. Broke. She put a sorry look on her face. Poor Tony. "Hold on Mr. Stark this may hurt." Rosalie conjured a towel and put it down on his wound to soak up the blood that was in the way of the actual wound. Trying to make things easier for someone of the healing practice if anyone arrived. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -6px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 1px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; height: 250px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto; ][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 252px; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #8C001A; font-family: times new roman] "You fought that wolf and helped that kit, even if the little guy didn't stay around to say thanks, I wanted to do that for him." Rosalie smiled and flicked her tail back and forth her eyes looking intently at the now scratch on Clint's neck. "Plus I wanted to learn how to fight like that- we are in a war after all."
