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[Sounds good! So did you want a picture of my charry, or you'll just make it up?]
Sky zipped up his jacket, in the party. Girls danced around, and he watched others eat chips and talk. He yawned and got up, slowly walking through the crowd. He headed towards the bathroom, but suddenly stopped. His head turned towards a table, crowded with people. They kept spinning a glass bottle around, laughing and kissing each other on dare.
He kept his daze on the game for a few moments, and sat down to join.
"Hey, we have a newcomer! Welcome to Spin the Bottle! Hope you got your lips ready!" a guy said.
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A tom with glistening red fur jumped from a white fence in the territory of a farm. "Why hello." he greeted her, smiling. "You are...?"
He yawned and anxiously swished his tail.
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"Nah, I'm not one of those warriors." he grinned. "I'm a farm cat. I live over this fence in the green field."
He approached Kerran a little closer. "I'm Red. That's what my farmer named me. But I usually go by Youth." Youth licked his shoulder.
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Youth circled Kerran. "Where do you live?" he asked.
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I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[move]Whoa[/move]
[i]I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: "I see.. Well, it was nice meeting you-" Youth was cut off by the squeaking of a nearby mouse. He glimpsed at Kerran, and the direction of the the mouse's scent. "I'll get you some prey." he blushed, and gived into the bushes.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: Youth started to dig a hole in the bushes, seeing a mouse burried under. The mouse looked up and squeaked in surprise.
The next moment, you could hear squealing and bush rustling in the bush. Youth returned to the she-cat dropping a fresh kill mouse at her paws. "Enjoy."
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Something wrong with mah fancypost D:
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC: Okay good! ^.^ I have to remember to tell myself to fix that though.. I have to copy and paste mah Fancypost now. :l
IC: Youth purred.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: Youth watched her, and soon started to lick his paw pads. "Well, it was really nice meeting you, Kerran. Maybe we can hang out later." he spoke up, smiling.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC: Srry for inactiveness. School o3o
IC: "A place to live huh?" Youth wondered. "Well, there is the attic in my barn. There's some hay you can sleep in. I hope you don't mind the spiders and mice under it though."
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: He laughed. "I guess your right. So, do you want to?" He bowed at her at her paws in a show of respect.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted [color=red]red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: He laid his chin in his hand as he waited for his turn. He wondered why he was even at this party; he wasn't supposed to. As he waited, he turned his sight to Mary. He watched her secretly, not even thinking.
Something about her makes me feel wonderful...
He got up and went over to sit next to her. He felt stupid doing so, and his cheeks warmed up and turned a bright scarlet.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: He purred and happily led the way. First, he crawled under a hole in the fence, his tail dragging behind him. Youth then itched at his neck and shook his pelt. After, he ran towards a bush, and dived into it. A few heartbeats later, his head popped out of it, waiting for Kerran.
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So ρσιѕσи, this is my sub-account.
:)
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[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: Yaaaay! ^.^
Want to RP? I'm bored :T
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
[font=times new roman]OOC: Hi there! All I'd like you to do is just show a spoiler containing a picture of your character. Then I'll know! :)
Here's mine:
IC: Jake hugged his knees at the coffee shop's couch. He rubbed his hands together and blew hot air into them. Then, he pressed them in his jacket. It was a cold winter night, and he watched snowflakes fall outside.
Several others were also in the shop, drinking a warm drink, talking, or on their laptop. He didn't even order anything yet still. But he hated himself; he was a pervert.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC: Just show me a picture of your character and jump in! 
IC: It was snowing very hard outside. Michael bundled up in front of the fireplace, and held his blanket around him. There he sipped hot cocoa in front of his TV. All the lights were on as his mother cooked in the kitchen and as his father worked in his office.
"Dinner is almost ready Michael." his mother called. He turned, and nodded in response. He smiled weakly, as his mind was turned on a beautiful girl he saw yesterday. She gave him her phone number, and they've been friends since then. He stared at his phone, waiting for a text; or even a call.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: As he heard the door of the cafe shop close and open, he looked up. His gaze met Mika, and his heart began to race.
"She's really cute." he said to himself blushing hard. Should I go talk, or don't do anything?
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth=;]
[size=16pt]ιɴғιɴιтy[/size]
I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
[shadow=red,left]Whoa[/shadow]
I'm [glow=red,2,300]breaking in, shaping up[/glow], then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
OOC:
IC: Michael giggled a little bit and put down his phone waiting for a response. He dazed into the ceiling, love-struck.
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