Posts by Matt Anderson.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]i gave in... i think i'm going to put him in sunclan. but uh, do you guys like this template?

isn't he just the cutest little bugger? omg ^.^'

im so confused what is going on in this conversation?

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]Grey-hued ears pinned backwards to the side of a furry head. The creature blinked slowly in response to the sunlight peaking out from behind the leaves above. It was cold, but the male barely noticed beyond the sting piercing through the bottom of his feet. He groaned and sat up, much too quickly in all honesty. His head spun, and once again he groaned. The grey bengal feline attempted to stand, only to find that he was much shorter than he remembered. A laugh rang through the air and he shook his head in response into his own idiocy. It was impossible; he hadn't gotten shorter.

And so the lanky, muscular male began his trek. He didn't think about it much then, but walking felt different... it felt strange. "Come on, Matty boy, shake it off. You gotta figure out how in the hell you ended up here," mused the tom, laughing at his own comment before adding, "We're not in Kansas anymore." It was then that "Matty boy" lifted his hand and put it to his head, only to find that it wasn't a hand. What should have been his hand was a grey paw. Gasping, he looked around wildly. What in the hell?!

It didn't take him long to find what he'd been looking for: an almost frozen puddle. The lean tom raced over and looked down frantically, only to find that his reflection was not his own. The thing that looked back at him was a feline with very blue eyes. Now gasping for air, he scrambled back and chocked back a scream. "What in the hell?! What in the HELL?!" His voice cracked, but he kept scrambling backwards towards and unknown destination. This just wasn't right. Matt was a human. He played volleyball for the men's national team. World-renowned heart throb. MVP of volleyball. One dangerous thought crossed his mind and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Matthew Anderson, it seemed, was no longer human.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]//omg someone who KNOWS WHO MATT ANDERSON IS I'M CRYING

Matthew had to stop himself from jumping backwards away from the panther, and even though he was successful in doing so, he couldn't help but allow his muscles to tense and lock in place. Why can I understand him? Why am I a cat for God's sake?! His exterior remained frozen, but internally his thoughts were running rampant. This was too much. He was going to pass out. The man who'd withstood over two full hours of play against a foreign team couldn't handle this notion... the notion that he wasn't a human anymore. This had to be a dream, right?

It took everything he had to keep from screaming after a large intake of air, but he managed. He also managed to speak, though in what tone he had no clue. "My n-name's... My name's Matthew- er Matt. Matt Anderson." The second part of the question confused him, so he continued to think on how to formulate an answer. How on earth could he know what his business was when he had no clue where he was to begin with. Should he ask the male before him? Should he just ask to be pointed away from this place- wherever that was? Despite his better judgment, he went with the first choice.

"Where am I..?" he chocked out, his voice growing weaker. On any other day he'd be embarrassed by his own lack of strength. Part of him (the part that had grown used to Micah, Carson, Tony and the rest of the team) was screaming "Hey, Matty, pull it together man! What's wrong with you? Afraid of a little change?", but he still couldn't bring his racing heartbeat back down to a normal level. This was simply too bizarre.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]//SAME OMG! DO YOU PLAY?

Sunclan. Where in the hell was that? He wanted a city or state, not whatever the hell Sunclan was. Now that it had been brought up, he too wanted to know how he had gotten here. What time was it? How long had he been out? How much practice had he missed? "I don't know. I can't remember anything about any of this."

//mobile and rushed because of school

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]//yeah. it's my off season though, so i won't play again in a league until almost may.

Mister. The little petname of sorts reminded Matty of those young girls who went to the games. It really wasn't one particular group, per say, more of just a general fan base. Micah and the rest of the guys used to make fun of him on the bus saying things like, "Gee whiz, Mister. You have really pretty eyes." They had really bad impressions of young teenage girls, but it lightened the mood on the bus for sure. Matt smiled a little before nodding graciously at the younger female. "Thank you... by the way, what's your name?"

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]To be entirely honest, Matthew wasn't adjusting very well to not being human and residing in some place far away from home. The grey bengal sat with his dark tail tip tucked over his tail as he thought about everything that was going on. There were three things he'd come to understand as true. First, he was no longer human, and for some unknown reason he was trapped inside this body. Second, his memory was failing him, so getting out of this place was proving much more daunting than it should have been. Lastly, he knew absolutely nothing about this strange culture.

He'd heard someone mention a meet and greet not long ago, and apparently it was supposed to help people get more acquainted with their new "clan" and all of its members. What exactly that meant, he hadn't the foggiest. "Uh- meet and greet," he called in a deep voice, and despite feeling the bubble of a crack rising in his throat he kept a steady tone. "You guys can also ask me some questions and stuff so we can get to know each other better too."

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]Matt was still trying to understand everything that went on in this strange place, alongside trying to come to terms with the fact he may never be human again. It was stressful; trying to learn the ropes of a new life while trying to win an internal battle over your fear was not something most would consider easy. Well, at home they wouldn't. He couldn't make any promises for the people of this place. While they seemed nice enough, he wasn't sure what exactly they considered hardship. Maybe he really didn't want to find out.

So Matty came over at the call of the figure he presumed was th leader of this place. The unfamiliar figure called out name after name and title after confusing title. Jeez, this was all so bizarre. What did all of those fancy words really mean? "Congrats to those promoted," he echoed, following suit of the others. His words were carefully formed for once. He felt as if he was walking on glass around these people. One wrong move and he'd get cut.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]Prior to this, Matt hadn't been aware that there were so many people in Sunclan. However, people filed towards him and formed a rather large group pretty quickly. It would take a lot of time for him to learn all of these titles and names. The domestic shifted his weight from paw to paw nervously. This was almost nauseating, and that was coming from a world renowned volleyball player who had a fanbase the size of Alaska.

As the first figure spoke he dipped his head respectfully before responding. "Uh- I... honestly don't remember. I can't remember much before waking up here," Deacon was the next to speak. Did inquiring if he remembered Matt's name correctly count as a question? This clan was so obscure. "Yes, my name is Matt."

And then another came... and another... and another. If he had known there would be so many to show up he probably wouldn't have offered to answer questions. "Well, I um like to play volleyball?" He said to Steve, and he instantly regretted it. Did anyone here know what volleyball was? Would they realize he was a former human because of what he just said? Did it even matter if they knew? "It's nice to meet you, Steve. You as well, Teenagedream."

The next to speak had a very odd vernacular. Matt was sure that Cassady, as the new figure claimed to be, had just created a new dialect. "Uh, I'm fine. Thank you for asking, I guess. And, uh, I'd probably want to have a head the size of a medicine ball? I guess?" What kind of question was that? He really didn't want either, they both sounded completely dreadful, in his opinion. Misao drew him from his internal queries quickly, for which he was thankful. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Misao," the former human said with a slight smile. "and yes. I am new here."

Well the party had certainly arrived with Immy and Tsukishima, that was for sure. It was nice to see someone who wasn't necessarily a ray of golden sunshine, though. Means for comparison, he supposed. Maybe he was just judging them too quickly. Who knew? "It's nice to meet you both. If you didn't catch it my name is Matthew Anderson, but feel free to call me Matt."

//igNORE THE FACT THAT THIS IS OVER A WEEK LATE
HEH

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]SO I brought Matt here like over a week ago, but I got kind of caught up so I didn't get out there too much with him. Getting to know more of the characters around here will probably give me more muse too, so yeah.

He is CLOSED TO death, torture, capture, rape, and litters.

He is OPEN TO pretty much anything that hasn't already been mentioned.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]yes to both! who makes?
i love brendon urie OMG

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]yes to both of you! who makes?

yes, i can. i'll make one later tonight.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]HOLY GOD BACCA

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