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tracking w the bae

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]He'd been a ... a Silverblood? At one point, he was certain he'd been ... but that was a while ago. He'd been a boy then; he was no longer a boy, and was now a young man, not entirely fully grown but not entirely a child, any more. Time passed quickly when a loner, and Boneslinger, he'd ... he'd forgotten what SunClan even was.

But he'd found it again, and he was home. The tall African Wild Dog stared rather blankly ahead with his single, good eye, the other, empty socket covered by a black eyepatch; he was not stoic so much as exhausted, but the more he stood around, the faster his tail began to wag, and the more he began to hope that maybe he'd come to the right place.

He wasn't expecting any familiar faces, though. The likes of 'Lask and Ellington and Jayden and Cincinnati were likely all gone, and ... and Thor ... no, he couldn't hope for Thor, or any of his family members. They'd not been around for a long time even whilst he'd been active, so ... the canine exhaled, clacking his jaws and studying the land ahead of him. It was ... a little off, his memories skewed and his mind elsewhere, but if this was indeed SunClan, then it was the only place for him.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]^^ yes!! the maze runner series is v good but prepare to cry
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]A clever eye the colour of sulphur turned on Steve, and Boneslinger studied him for a few moments, before his expression broke out into a lopsided grin. " 'Ey, the name's Boneslinger 'n' I'm lookin' ta join again. Used to live here, before ... " he gave a weary shrug, huffing. " I dunno. Before shit went down, from the looks of it. Fuckin' 'ell, who's leader now, then? Who's anyone, actually? Goddamn, I've missed a shit ton. "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]He'd never once forgotten his brother.

Sure, Siren had changed names a couple of times, disappeared a couple more, but Bone had never stopped thinking about him. He'd been a semi-permanent part of his life, and he'd been his sibling, for crying out loud; he'd always looked up to Siren, always cared about him.

Having not anticipated a reunion, Boneslinger stood there for a moment, blankly.

Then he lunged for Siren with the same lack of control he'd had as a child, wanting to bowl his somewhat larger brother over and lick him half to death.

He'd always been touchy-feely.

" SIREN! " he shrieked, grinning widely. " Fancy you bein' here! The fuck ya been, man? "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]morning !!
i was at a camp this weekend and it frickin hailed on me
the one time i was outside and it hAILED
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Losing his friends still hurt Bone; he'd cared deeply for them all, despite his falling outs, he had never once lost his love for them, and doubted he ever would. However, he had learned to pretend to move on; he was a sucker for habit, however, and he was caught between breaking down and letting it tear him apart, and savouring the memories and then making new friends, friends that, although never capable of filling the gap, would lessen the pain.

He was a permanently nostalgic being, however, and seeing Cain had his tail wagging again, and, rolling away from his brother and bounding over to her, all gangly limbs and flashing fangs and excited movements in a bouncing circle around her. They had never been especially close, but she had been the mother of one of his friends, and had known his father, and she'd been there every time he'd returned, and so he cared. " CAIN! " he yelped, stopping in front of her and dancing from foot to foot. " Long time no see, eh? "

Boneslinger glanced back to Siren, then, single eye fond. " I was fuckin' ... out. Just, like, walkin', 'n' shit. Then I forgot where SunClan was, so ... yeah. " he wrinkled his nose, then, rubbing at his muzzle. " Y' need t' get a bath, besides, ya lazy bastard. Y'smell like Dad. " it wasn't a bad smell, per se, but it was one that reminded him of the past, and he wanted to float in the present, if anything else.

On then hearing his name spoken in a somewhat neutral tone, Boneslinger pivoted, tongue lolling as he was introduced — reintroduced — to the leader. He had never been completely and utterly devoted to Aisenma- Seafoam- he had been a brash young man, angry and ruled by his emotions, an adolescent bully still trying to work out why he was all over the place. He was not the smartest, not the sharpest, and was definitely not particularly analytical; he did not think ahead, and merely let how he felt control him before anything else. This had admittedly led to him taking regrettable actions, but although he was still similar, he was old enough, now, to feel some semblance of regret.

" Seafoam, " Boneslinger responded, sitting down and scratching behind one ear. " Shit, long time no see! How's it goin'? " perhaps he could make amends? He had never hated Seafoam — quite the opposite — and did hope, to an extent, that the tenseness could abate.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]fuck god i can't function on 12 hours waft good luck
&& carmen are you god how did u survive

name help for what
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SEAFOAM H. wrote:

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also holy shIT I DID NOT KNOW THAT YOU PLAYED BONE

aloyrixs » wrote:

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 425px;][justify]ugh i have school in fifteen minutes ; w ;
i mean i have a four-day weekend this week but
school

ew

also what fan you played bone? :u

/pats everyone's head

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]mm hmm, i did!

like i said, ive had a looooooooot of accounts over the past
including the old djinni one
which was an attEMpt to start anew but
ha it didn't work well

ugh ive got explorers tonight
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Bucky looked pretty exhausted, to him, even if his voice was light enough. Bone recognised the emotions if only because he knew how they felt — he'd been a messed up kid, needless to say, filled with alcohol before he could fight right and struggling with his dependency on the substance. He liked to think he was clean, but for an alcoholic, clean meant no more drinking, and what with his addictive personality, Boneslinger was terrified he'd relapse.

But aside from that, he was doing great! There was, ah, nothing wrong with him whatsoever. He wasn't even a little bit heartbroken about losing 'Lask ... again ... ah ...

The African Wild Dog snapped his jaws shut and grinned a lopsided grin at Bucky, nodding. " But that ain't your real name? Wait- shit, sorry, probably not meant to ask that. Some people are reeeaaal touchy about what they're actually called, so, uh, if you're one of those people, 'm sorry. " he shrugged, then, before introducing himself again in a similar manner. " Anyway, Bucky, Boneslinger's the name, an', well, slingin' bones is the game. My name actually makes some fuckin' sense, if nothing else. "

He laughed, then, glancing at Steve. " Oops, are we a clean-mouthed place, now? Gonna scrub my tongue with soap? Shit, sorry. An' sorry again. Fuck. Wait- shit. Never mind. I'll just shut up, an' ... yeah. "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Boneslinger glanced back to his sibling, sticking out his tongue. " To you ya might do, but I prefer soap to that shit, " he laughed, shaking his head at Siren.

His attention was recaptured by Seafoam, however, and he tilted his head. " I bet it has. Bein' a leader looks tough as fuck — shit, sorry, again — an' I don't envy ya. Kudos, though, for stickin' it out, I guess. " he rolled his stiff shoulders, aware of the look, but he managed not to frown. He didn't think he had fleas — the whole ear scratching was just a bit of a habit, really. He'd probably go take a bath, anyway, just in case. " I'm doin' great, though, now that 'm back. "

He perked his ears, then, whistling with a reinforced grin. " I feel like I'm intrudin' on something! " he remarked with a snort of amusement, tail wagging.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Well, that was ... harsh. Boneslinger wasn't sure why Bucky was being demoted, having just joined, but if Seafoam was correct, then he'd not doubt the male a second time. Ambling over, the African Wild Dog angled his ears forwards, tongue lolling as he took a seat beside Cassady to listen to the meeting.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]An apprentice? Boneslinger remembered the day he'd gone from Bonepup to Bonepaw, and play fought with Thor until he forgot his missing eye. The memory made him grin, despite the sadness that came with it, and he made his way over, grinning crookedly at the eager kid. " Good for ya, then. Now ya can learn t' fight, an' shit. 's gonna be great. " he spoke, halting beside bucky.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Ambling his way over, the one-eyed African Wild Dog halted beside Roguenation, studying the ThunderClanner curiously. She had ... paper in her mouth. Were they invitations? Wanted posters? Menus for a new restaurant? Who knew? Tongue lolling, the male awaited the female's response to Bucky's question, tail swinging behind him absently.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" I hope y'ain't leavin' me outta this shit, " Bone yipped as he skipped his way over, grinning. Free hugs? Why the fuck not? He didn't mind a nice cuddle from time to time.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Has anyone made a Star Wars pun about your name yet? " Bone asked Phantom as he made his way over, settling down beside Cassady. " Hey, anyway. Name's Boneslinger; nice t'meetcha."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Yessiree, I'm his brother. " Boneslinger barked, prowling over and settling beside Mistdream. " Siren, I told ya, y'need t' take a bath. Ya fuckin' stink. " he prodded, grinning profusely.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]not having a bae for my older characters is the leading cause of inactivity for me too lmao
so um
get dat bae
also just mess around with sea's personality for a while, if you want, until you find something you like,,
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Man, I hate t' interrupt ya' walkin', but this is SunClan. "

Long legs carried the slender African Wild Dog towards Charlie, single eye locked on the ruddy feline, who stumbled and swayed like a drunkard - Bone wondered if he in fact was a drunkard, but then decided that he'd likely be able to smell the reek of ale, if so - and whilst he believed he could, there was that disgusting, all-too-familiar reek of something else that reminded him of his dad, but not.

He expected it was some kind of drug, and grunted off-handedly at the thought. Unlike Skully, and unlike Siren, he'd never fallen into the trap of smokable relief - weed had never appealed to him - but booze? Now, from a young age, he'd been an alcoholic. He'd been dry for a few months, now, but what with the abundance of alcohol around him, his paws itched daily.

" Name an' business, then? Ya look like shit. " he would've said something like ' no offence ', but that sounded rather cheap, didn't it?
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