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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;] Once again, he had done it. He wasn't sure how, but he'd done it. He had escaped from the awful hell hole known as Wellington Wells for a second time.
However, it hadn't been without consequence. Arthur had emerged from the city depths an even more broken tom than before. He had known they would treat poorly when the bobbies had dragged him back, but... he had never imagined they would treat him like that.
He would never forget it and for many nights afterward, he was unable to sleep, plagued by the sights and sounds of the dungeon in the depths of the city. The guards surrounding him... chanting the word 'downer' over and over... the echo of his own pathetic whimper, begging them to stop... Even now, it caused him to flinch, tears already brimming in his brown eyes.
For two months afterwards, he wandered, trying to find his way back to BlizzardClan before giving up, heading west in search of a place where no bobby could find him... and his friends would be safe. Instead, he had found SunClan's border, hope flooding through him as he smelled that familiar clan smell.
Maybe... maybe this place would be as good as BlizzardClan? Or if not... maybe they could help find his way back. "Um, h-hello?" Arthur called out weakly, his voice hoarse.
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Looking a bit startled, Arthur turned as the first Sunclanner greeted him. He hadn't expected anyone to show up right away. Listening to her rambling, a look of concern and slight confusion appeared on his face. "O-Oh... um, ok?" He stammered, imaginary brows furrowing. Whether it was sunny or not, it certainly wouldn't change the fact he was still a refugee. He didn't have much of a choice. Besides, it would do for now. Being trapped in a sun-less clan couldn't be as bad as the things he had gone through. "Does t-that mean... I-I can stay or?" The oriental asked.
As more Sunclanners showed up, he took note of their faces. "T-Thank you, it's... n-nice to meet you." Arthur answered, nodding his head at Rukia. Then, he suddenly realized he hadn't even said his name. "W-Whoops! I never even.. i-introduced myself... um, I'm A-Arthur. I used to b-be a member.. of BlizzardClan b-before..." He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, a mixture of sadness and fear in his eyes for a brief second before fading away. Flashing them all a small smile, the most he could manage at the moment, he would speak again. "... Ah, S-sorry, spaced off f-for a second... Uh, yeah, I'm alright... t-thanks for asking." Arthur would stutter, answering those who had asked if he was ok.
If only they knew.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;] "Uh, y-yeah, nice t-to... meet you too." He said, nodding at Sixte and Andines, smiling politely.
"Somebody after you or something?"
A look of fear passed over his face. What? How had she known? Was she... a spy for them? Had they really found him already? Oh no, oh god... "N-No! I-I... n-nobody is a-after... after me! N-Nobody... at a-all! W-Where'd you... g-get that idea?" Arthur stammered, the pitch and stutter in his voice increasing as his heart pounded in his ears. "I-I'm just a w-wanderer. I d-don't... have a b-bone to... to pick with anyone."
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Normally, Arthur didn't like to wear his dull blue scarf, as it reminded him of things he would rather forget, but it really wasn't in his agenda to freeze to death today. Or anyday, really. Wrapping it around his neck, he would sigh. Even though he was indoors, it was only a bit warmer than it is outside and unfortunately for the oriental, he had no real source of heat. It was at times like these, he wished he could control fire instead of water.
Digging around in the boxes that were scattered about the house he had chosen, Arthur pulled out small package of saltine crackers. It had never been opened and for a brief second, he thought to keep it for himself, but quickly decided he shouldn't be selfish. Again, a little hunger never did him any harm.
Taking it outside and gently putting it on the ground, the tom sat down just outside his door, watching as his breath appeared in the air as if it were smoke from a burning fire. Then, it occurred to him he hadn't even held a meet and greet yet. Even though he wasn't particularly fond of them, he felt like it would be weird if he didn't hold one. It would help him get rid of the crackers too."Um, meet and greet over here. I'm also giving out some saltine crackers I found..." Arthur called out.
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he's an ex trainee of blizzardclan
it's tempting g
but i dont really want to kill him off since he just got here lol
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arthur is a very sensitive + emotional bab, always on-edge 24/7. a recovering drug addict, his past is a very touchy subject for him for various reasons~
he's open to basically anything except kill, maim, capture, litters, and rape c:
so go ahead and throw whatever you got at me! i won't bite ^^
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;] SunClan had been alright, other than the crazy cold spell. He had met a few nice people, but it just hadn't... suited him. No, it didn't feel like home. So, with the help of an NPC Sunclanner, he had gotten directions back to BlizzardClan.
But for some reason, as he approached the steps, Arthur felt a sudden wave of shame and guilt wash over him. He had left BlizzardClan, like a coward. Would they even want him back? He considered turning back before something drove him to ascend, his paws seeming to move on their own. Before he knew it, the oriental was standing at the top of the stairs, a bit out of breath from the climb. No turning back now. "H-hello? Um, Arthur Hastings L-Lystander... rejoining." The ex-trainee called out feebly in his british accent, fears that nobody would show up to greet him manifesting themselves in his mind.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;] When Tama appeared, he seemed to tense up slightly, but as soon as he realized she was happy to see him, Arthur quickly relaxed. She wasn't... angry that he had left? Oh thank goodness. "Tama! G-Good to see you!" He would say with a slight stammer, a smile forming on his muzzle.
When she asked how he had been and if he had been taking care of himself, however, his sudden happy demeanor seemed to fade for second. "Well, I.. I suppose, yeah." He paused. There were some things that had happened after he left BlizzardClan he didn't want to talk about. Especially not in public. Holding back a flinch, Arthur would speak once more. "I m-mean! Yeah, I... have. SunClan let me stay with t-them for a bit, but it d-didn't feel the same so I... I came back here. I hope that's... ok." The oriental said, gazing down at his paws.
At the sound of another voice, Arthur turned his head to look at Pierce, blinking. Ah, p-pleasure t.. to meet you, P-Pierce. The tom stuttered once more. When he complimented his scarf, a small smile appeared on Arthur's face, but whether this smile was happy or unhappy, it was hard to tell. Oh, um.. t-thank you. And no, th.. that's q-quite alright. I think I... w-will be able to remember o-once I move in. Th-thanks, though."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Yup! He's pretty open to everything except kill, capture, rape, and litters!
A short personality summary: Arthur isn't the most happy guy around. A bit depressed, he's fairly shy, usually having to force himself to interact with people just so he isn't the 'outsider'. He's extremely sensitive and is easily upset. Arthur is also very passive and doesn't like confrontation, typically avoiding it if he can.
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who makes?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;] Oh yes, he remembered Barry, even if it was faint. The deputy's sudden appearance and loud voice caused him to jump a bit. "A p-pleasure.. y-yeah, you, uh, seem familiar t... too." Arthur stammered. He was pretty sure Barry had just joined around the time they had met. Jeez, that had been... 3 or 4 months ago already? Time has passed a lot quicker than I thought...
Yet another voice shook him from his thoughts and for a second, Arthur thought he had imagined it, but it only took him a second to realize it had come from below. Looking down, he couldn't help but smile. He loved tiny animals, they were just so precious. That's why he had Sparky, after all. Well, that and because he had found the poor little day gecko lost on the street and felt sorry for him. It was also why he usually chose to eat the larger prey rather than the smaller prey... "Hello! Good to meet you, Squeeks!" The ex-trainee would respond with a grin, unusually cheerful.
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