Posts by TRAPEZEPUP.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]wip tags.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]more wip tags.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Now I just have to figure out his clan.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Finished tags, but now I have to update his signature with lyrics from Hollaback Girl. ALSO. As he gets older, killing becomes acceptable. He becomes a Fallen Reaper + all that. Idk.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:center;font-family:impact;line-height:15pt;font-size:15pt;text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px #000;][b][color=#fe5955]A FEW TIMES I'VE BEEN AROUND THAT TRACK
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:center;font-family:impact;line-height:15pt;font-size:15pt;text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px #000;][b][color=#fe5955]'CAUSE I AIN'T NO HOLLABACK GIRL ———–
    —————— I AIN'T NO HOLLABACK GIRL[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]All the other clans need to take note, Trapezepup thinks, because this place has floating islands. Now, if that's not the coolest thing ever, he doesn't know what is — except for maybe dinosaurs, but then again, dinosaurs are pretty freaking awesome. He quite likes the idea of riding a dinosaur into battle, or maybe even being one — instead, when he was plonked back on earth after four "real" months as a Reaper-in-Training, he was put back as a German Shepherd mix, which.. is about as cool as his last body of a Doberman. And yes, being a Doberman was awesome, but did it compare to his visions of himself as a T-Rex? No. And he'd be an amazing T-Rex.


    He's moving to some tune or other in his head, hips swaying to the beat, paws stomping it out as he makes his way to BlizzardClan's border. There are.. a lot of steps, but Trap's a runner, and scaling them was child's play to him. What kind of runner would he be if he couldn't climb a couple of steps? A terrible one, that's for sure. "Phew! Sure is cold up here." it's a tiny price to pay for being able to say he lives on a set of floating islands, though, so Trap doesn't think much of it. "Hey! Anyone out there? I've got an excellent pro-po-si-tion, and it involves me joining this place! Promise you won't regret it!"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Oh: when Trap gets older, I am so covering his profile in random things from The Book. He's gonna be the Robin-Gone-Wrong. He's gonna be a Devious Manipulator. I just. I can't. Fuck this book.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]The first to arrive, in Trap's opinion, looks awfully glum, and he wonders what's wrong with him. Still, it's rude to just prod at strangers — at least, it is without introducing yourself — so he clears his throat and sits up straighter as Barry speaks, grinning. "I'm Trapezepup! You can call me Trap, if you want. Or Trapeze. Or Kid. I got that one a lot back in ScarClan — and Stop Running Around So Much, though that's not as catchy as the others, is it?" Four months in a realm other than this have left him with too much energy to spare, and he bounces restlessly on his paws, tongue lolling as he inquisitively turns his head towards Mercy. Children his age? "Fear not, miss! I'm a mighty warrior, you know. I can take on a-ny-thing I want!"


    Does he need anything? "D'ya have anything I can eat? I'm starving — I've not eaten in hours!" he falls quiet for a moment, eyes shifting towards Barry again. "So, am I accepted? Am I one of the gang yet?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]bump?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]his colour scheme is like red's, now. ALSO. why is hollaback girl still in his signature?? i can't. but i mean, okay. it suits him. let's just go with this.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Trapezepup has always been a runner, a performer. Even in his last body — one he misses terribly, what with it being a connection to fond memories — he had been unstoppable, racing around as if his life depended on his ability to keep moving. Xenon's suspicions are true — he's got plenty of energy to expend, endlessly restless, leaping and bouncing in a search for that point where he gives out and feels the familiar, friendly ache of rest beckoning him. Even then, though, he's restless in sleep, turning and mumbling as he tears through his dreams, and the moment his eyes snap open (after what likely feels, to others, like a painfully short amount of time) he's up and at it again. It's a strange cycle, the one of a seemingly tireless child, but it's all his mortal bodies've really known.


    "Yep! Just like ScarClan, then." he falters soon after speaking, staring at the male with huge eyes. "Woah, you look pretty awesome!" he's never seen a guy with purple eyes and what appears to be smoke wrapping around his frame — Xenon's fascinating. "You got lotsa food, then? Sweet! I really, really need some. Whaddaya have?" he'd wait for his reply, but Halokit's arrival distracts him — she's as talkative as he is energetic, and he grins broadly, tail wagging with a ferocity that moves his haunches from side to side. "Hey, nice to meetcha, Hal! I talk funny? Probably because I've not talked in a long time! Not like this, anyway. And my mama always said I talked too quick if I didn't sound long words out, so I gotta be careful! Don't wanna screw things up. You've got an English accent? Which bit of England? 'Cause I've never been, but England's still got a looooootta accents. Is it a specific one? And you can call me TP, if ya want! Sounds like one of them tent thingies, though. A teepee. And thanks! Maybe we oughta just explore together? Then it won't matter if we get lost!"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]updated tags!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.4]Trapezepup has always been a talker, though that's because his mind moves as quickly as his feet, and he always has something to say, some sort of comment to make. If he's quiet, it's because he's aware that perhaps sometimes, he needs to keep silent, and not because he has nothing to add to a conversation. A life of muteness sounds horrific to a boy like him — he likes to run his mouth, as is likely evident, and he'll take any opportunity he can to chime in, providing he finds it appropriate (and in some cases, even when he doesn't). "Lose me? Gee, I don't think even I can lose me! But yeah, maybe we should go 'round camp, and then get someone else to show me the bigger bits of this place? And you can come along so you can show others around later!" the man makes sense, and Trap flashes him a thankful grin in response to his logical suggestion. "Hiya, mista'! I'm Trapezepup." he greets, bobbing his head once.


    This one seems to have automatically dubbed him "Kid" — and that's fine, because he's okay with being described rather than named, considering it's been used often enough for him to class it as a moniker of his. "Hey, Derrick! Cool horns. And wings! They're totally awesome. Wish I had wings, though I guess I like just running, too. I'd probably not use wings if I had 'em, so.. maybe it's good that I'm wingless!" he'd continue, but Halokit's speaking again, and he whips his head 'round to look at her as she speaks, nodding enthusiastically. "Sure! This place isn't like ScarClan, so I bet the camp's reeeaal different! London, huh? Ooh, I wonder which bit! Maybe you should find out? You sound really cool, anyway!" he replies with equal zest, again pivoting to look at Xenon. The division of attention is a tricky one to maintain, but the constant bombardment of new speech is exciting; he likes it. "Mm-hmm! Never seen someone like you before. What are ya?"
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