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Post by Junospower on Aug 6, 2024 12:18:06 GMT -5
“That’s- That’s not fair…”
The words slipped through his mouth before he had a chance to stop.
“Why? Why should I wait?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Javalle, a strange feeling of disgust washed over his.
“So what- I just stop trying to cure myself and I’m supposed to just get used to this?”
He was talking fast, his voice was raising just above the whispered tones they had been using earlier.
He needed to calm down, but the words kept coming.
“So how many people do I have to put in danger? How many do people does that thing have to hurt before I have this under control?”
Oh god stop. Just stop!
He was being so cruel but he just could stop-
“I don’t understand why you people just don’t get what I’m going through. You guys were all born like this and I didn’t have any choice! I was cursed, and now look at me!”
He could hear his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, he hadn’t noticed he was leaning almost all of his weight onto the bookshelf behind him.
“It’s not easy for freaks like me to just ‘take it easy’ and ‘figure this whole situation out in time’ (god did he really need to do the air quotes? Just stop talking, please!!). I don’t have that luxury! I could’ve killed someone last night and it could happen again next month! People like you don’t—“
Whatever he was going to say next was cut off with a struggled choking sound. He couldn’t get a full breath in. Something just stopped all momentum his words were going so abruptly that he confused himself.
Something was wrong.
Something was wrong.
His body slumping all the way down to the floor, knees coming up to his chest. It was suddenly incredibly hard to breathe.
Something was wrong.
His eyes went straight to his hands. Holding them up he could see they were still trembling… but harder… much harder…
And his fingernails…
…
They looked awfully sharp…
…
…..
His pale blue gaze, gray in this lighting, farted back up to the man he had berated only a few moments earlier. He couldn’t talk, he was sure his voice wouldn’t have worked anyways, but his eyes spoke for him.
The message was loud and clear.
Help.
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Post by lazzylake on Aug 7, 2024 0:07:47 GMT -5
Javalle couldn't fight the urge to flinch as Jack’s anxiety heightened. Those words hit a little too close to home. And yet, the were-lynx knew they did not come from a genuine place; they were used to cover up some deeper insecurities. Which were starting to reveal themselves in plain sight.
The feline shifter had to admit, to a fault, Jack was right. No two people would have the same experiences with shifting. Born or bitten. From his perspective, Jack was dealing with a sudden and terrifying change to his life; Javalle shouldn't have been so nonchalant and dismissive regarding it. He never understood how severely it aftected his coworker. Guilt riddled Javalle’s thoughts as Jack’s breathing grew shallower.
Mid-sentence, Jack stopped and collapsed. Strangled noises were the only thing that escaped. A chill crept under Javalle’s skin as Jack turned their haunted eyes onto him. Pleading. On the spot, Javalle shoved all their grievances aside and raced over.
As a shifter, Javalle pondered what specifically to avoid when Jack was panicking. With his enhanced senses, touch could be quite overwhelming. Loud noises, too. It could cause his anger to spike and lash out. So, Javalle settled a couple feet beside him, giving Jack ample space to relax. Leaning against the bookshelf, Javalle turned their head to face their coworker, addressing him in a soothing tone.
“Jack? Hey. Take a moment to breathe with me.” The were-lynx allowed their shoulders to tense and relax, slowing his breathing so his coworker could match it. Inhale and exhale. A couple minutes of silence passed. Javalle tuned out Jack's pounding heart and ragged heaves and instead focused on pure, blissful silence. He was appreciative to share it with someone else for a change. Someone who needed it, anyway.
As gears started churning in their mind again, Javalle provided another alternative to help alleviate anxiousness. “Would you like to take a walk with me? I know going outside helps me gather my thoughts together.” He didn't mind waiting an eternity for an answer. Talking to a bitten shifter required patience and empathy. Javalle had plenty to spare. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 10, 2024 21:21:12 GMT -5
"That or you somehow developed super powers." Teagan said in a joking manner. Stranger things had happened in the pack and in Griffindale. "Just know that if you really are gifted that you won't be treated any differently within the pack. Delvin and I will make sure of that!" They wouldn't be able to stop any rumors but they could silence anyone who tried anything. boragesky |
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Post by soot on Aug 12, 2024 17:14:01 GMT -5
( bloodrosepelt) Nola smiles lightly, it's definitely dawning on her, what this child does and doesn't know. What they are. What they've had to do. As a child. Nola keeps a polite face up, even if her stomach feels a bit nauseas. "I'm sure it must be." She says with a small, breathy laugh. Though at her question.. She nods, using some common sense on and mild amusement on what Jenna just said, "Yep, just like your shinies. Know how a lot of people.. call you a liar?" She desperately hopes that didn't mean she stole them and instead- hopefully.. was like most racoons, and rooted through the dumpster. Hopefully. "It's because they don't know that people like us are actually real." Nola finishes, pausing a moment for Jenna's response, getting cut of by a whimper that makes Nola feel that odd stomach drop- before she mentions she's hungry. Right.Child's needs first, explain all of that crap later. "Oh ofcourse- right. Would you like me to.. help you get something? I could make you a sandwich at my home, or head to the diner really quick? I have- well, a job and all that, and I don't mind paying." |
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 12, 2024 20:01:17 GMT -5
Hello Hawkeyes258 I have been looking at this rp for quite a while and even thought i have wayyyyy too many rps currently I have no self control so is it ok if I write forms for a few characters? |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 12, 2024 20:30:01 GMT -5
(Yes!)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Aug 12, 2024 23:58:26 GMT -5
sootJenna raised an eyebrow at Nola as she offered to give her food. Why? Police never offer to give her food, like ever. The only one to ever really give her snacks was the silk lady. Something about making sure she was nice and ripe. That lady was nice, weird, but nice. "You mean it police lady Nola?" she asked. It is not like she didn't trust the police lady, in fact it is the exact opposite. Nola played with her, not to mention stopped the man from chasing him. If anything she had nothing but trust in Nola. Smiling she ran up and grabbed onto Nola's hand. "Okay, can I have some chicken nuggets? I have never had any when they are hot," she pleaded.
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 15, 2024 20:40:50 GMT -5
I'm so sorry Hawkeyes258 but I might not be able to keep up with this rp if I join. My life just got really busy but I will still keep an eye out for it. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 16, 2024 18:47:25 GMT -5
(That's okay! Just know we will always be open in case you change your mind!)
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 16, 2024 19:20:42 GMT -5
Ok thanks.
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Post by soot on Aug 17, 2024 14:52:58 GMT -5
Nola With Jenna ( bloodrosepelt) ----------------------------------------
Nola awaited an answer patiently as ever. The generally more work efficient and steely front always drops in front of anyone who needs help, or she can clearly sense in apprehensive, or worried. Sad, upset. Frustrated. Whatever it may be, Nola has dealt with it. Currently, she can lightly scent Jenna's apprehension, so Nola keeps a waiting, patient look on her face, before she responds with a question towards Nola's genuinity. Nola nods just a tad, "I do mean it." She replies not too warmly, not too cold. Just right. (Goldilocks reference??) She felt a warm, small hand in her palm not long after, and Nola couldn't help the gentle look on her face. The police-woman smiles. "Sure, Jenna. I'm positive you'll like them." Nola says, straightening from her kneeling position. She hums, "We can go grab some.. either at a restaurant, or I can make some I have at my house?" She offers. Nola would, God forbid, never think of suggesting taking a random child to her house. But in this case, with a little shifter girl with no home, and possibly no family? Well, the best she can do is make sure she's fed and cared for.. and knows how to handle what her being a shifter means. What responsibilities it comes with. And maybe have a chat with Delvin. |
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Post by Junospower on Aug 19, 2024 22:33:13 GMT -5
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t think.
All he could hear was his heart hammering away in his chest.
Can’t breathe
Can’t think
Hands slowly made their way up towards the top of his head.
Don’t panic
Don’t lose it
His hands gripped his hair.
Sharp nails digging into his scalp.
They weren’t sharp before
It was like he was underwater. Senses dulled. Muffled.
A voice cut through whatever haze he was in.
It wasn’t clear enough to hear, except of one word.
Outside.
Outside?
Outside he can’t hurt anyone. Outside he can’t do damage.
With visible effort, Jack nodded his head to whoever it was that was talking to him.
Outside
Get outside
Can’t breathe
Can’t think
Get outside
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Aug 22, 2024 23:05:11 GMT -5
Nola With Jenna ( bloodrosepelt ) ----------------------------------------
Nola awaited an answer patiently as ever. The generally more work efficient and steely front always drops in front of anyone who needs help, or she can clearly sense in apprehensive, or worried. Sad, upset. Frustrated. Whatever it may be, Nola has dealt with it. Currently, she can lightly scent Jenna's apprehension, so Nola keeps a waiting, patient look on her face, before she responds with a question towards Nola's genuinity. Nola nods just a tad, "I do mean it." She replies not too warmly, not too cold. Just right. (Goldilocks reference??) She felt a warm, small hand in her palm not long after, and Nola couldn't help the gentle look on her face. The police-woman smiles. "Sure, Jenna. I'm positive you'll like them." Nola says, straightening from her kneeling position. She hums, "We can go grab some.. either at a restaurant, or I can make some I have at my house?" She offers. Nola would, God forbid, never think of suggesting taking a random child to her house. But in this case, with a little shifter girl with no home, and possibly no family? Well, the best she can do is make sure she's fed and cared for.. and knows how to handle what her being a shifter means. What responsibilities it comes with. And maybe have a chat with Delvin. Jenna turned her head for a moment when Nola brought up going to her house. She had to think for a moment. Memories, blurry now, flashed in her mid of a small brick building she thinks she remember sharing with two grownups. But her stomachs persistent growl made her completely forget. With a shake of her head she asked, "Let's go to your burrow police lady Nola. That sounds a lot more fun." "Is it over there, or over there," the little girl questioned as she pointed at any building that she saw. She didn't know really what she looking for, so she just started looking everywhere. After asking about several random buildings she pulled on the woman's arm, asking, "Come on where is your burrow at?" Jenna was growing tired of this game and really wanted to eat. Small tears threatened to spring from the corners of her eyes. A tantrum was threatening to happen. Hunger is one of the only things that can trigger a tantrum from the little Raccoon Girl.) |
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Post by boragesky on Aug 27, 2024 15:12:38 GMT -5
Berlioz De Croix
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" Do-Mi-So-Do-Do-So-Mi-Do... Every truly cultured music student knows... you must learn your Scales and your Arpeggios! Bring the music ringing from your chest and not your nose! While you sing your Scales and your Arpeggios! "
- Scales and Arpeggios, The Aristocats
-Berlioz nodded subtly and mouthed an 'okay' to Teagan as she continued writing down more notes. Even if there were rumors, it's fine. It's totally okay. It's just normal. It's just normal.It's just normal.-(Interacting w/ Teagan (Hawkeyes258 ))
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Aug 28, 2024 20:59:33 GMT -5
Hello all.)
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Post by boragesky on Aug 30, 2024 14:41:34 GMT -5
Hawkeyes258 Adding two more children! (Yes, Berlioz De Croix, Marie De Croix, and Toulouse De Croix are all based on the Aristokittens from The Aristocats) Name: Marie De Croix Description: Marie stands at 4'11 and has a fair complexion, along with bright, round light blue eyes. She has sleek, curly blonde hair. She's rather lean and seems a bit pale and sickly from afar, but closer she seems rather gorgeous. Marie is often seen wearing a pink bow in her hair in the back, and a frilly, soft, comfortable white-and-pink dress, and white tights. Age: 13 What you are: Turkish Angora Werefeline Creature Description: When in her Werefeline form, she now stands at 5'1. Her fur, like Berlioz's is very thick and fluffy, and as white as snow. Her tail is also long and plumed, and her bow stays in its place. Personality: Marie is rather sassy and refined, acting a little above her siblings and acts proper. However, she's rather moody sometimes and has quick mood swings often; as she can go from screaming and yelling, to calmly sitting down hugging a pillow. To simplify, her emotions are unpredictable. Background: Marie used to live in Marseille, France before she travelled with her family to go somewhere else. For the longest time she never knew why, but the real reason was that someone was after her (Marie) and her adopted siblings, Berlioz and Toulouse, and to avoid her being harmed, they had to flee France for good. The reason they were gonna be harmed, and at first they didn't know this, was because they were werefelines, a Bombay, a Turkish Angora, and a Somali werefeline. All three types of werefelines in France were sacred, but even though if they were harmed the person would've been sentenced to death, their family went away anyways. Family: Dahlia De Croix (adoptive mother; deceased) Thomas De Croix (adoptive father; deceased) Berlioz De Croix (adoptive sister) Toulouse De Croix (adoptive brother) (Open to other family members!) Romantic Interests: N/A (Lesbian- Open to early crushes though!) Other: Suffers a minor case of Bipolar I. Sn: boragesky Name: Toulouse De Croix Description: Toulouse stands at 5'2 and has a warm honey-nougat complexion, and has dazzling green eyes. He also has freckles, and has messy ginger hair. He is often seen wearing a green turtleneck and jean shorts. Age: 14 What you are: Somali Werefeline Creature Description: In his Werefeline form, he stands at 5'4 and looks thicker due to fur. He has dusty ginger fur, and his dazzling green eyes are now piercing. The skin on his paws and in his ears are a dusty salmon color. Personality: He is rather extroverted and overtly friendly. He's very social and can easily befriend anyone. From a newborn baby to the old lady across the street. He is a bit underdeveloped in his voice, however. Background: Toulouse used to live in Marseille, France before he travelled with his family to go somewhere else. For the longest time he never knew why, but the real reason was that someone was after him (Toulouse) and his adopted siblings, Marie and Toulouse, and to avoid him being harmed, they had to flee France for good. The reason they were gonna be harmed, and at first they didn't know this, was because they were werefelines, a Bombay, a Turkish Angora, and a Somali werefeline. All three types of werefelines in France were sacred, but even though if they were harmed the person would've been sentenced to death, their family went away anyways. Family: Dahlia De Croix (adoptive mother; deceased) Thomas De Croix (adoptive father; deceased) Berlioz De Croix (adoptive sister) Marie De Croix (adoptive sister) (Open to other family members!) Romantic Interests: N/A (But he's gay and open to people!) Other: Has synesthesia Sn: boragesky ALSO I wanted to officially confirm Berlioz is 12, and change Berlioz's creature description, family, and background to this: CREATURE DESCRIPTION: Berlioz, in her werefeline form, appears as a little taller and thicker, now looking like she's the height of 4'11. She appears as a Bombay Cat and has thick, pure black fur, and small triangular ears. Her paws are a bit larger, and the skin in her ears are paws, is a dusty pink. BACKGROUND: Berlioz used to live in Marseille, France before she travelled with her family to go somewhere else. For the longest time she never knew why, but the real reason was that someone was after her (Berlioz) and her adopted siblings, Marie and Toulouse, and to avoid her being harmed, they had to flee France for good. The reason they were gonna be harmed, and at first they didn't know this, was because they were werefelines, a Bombay, a Turkish Angora, and a Somali werefeline. All three types of werefelines in France were sacred, but even though if they were harmed the person would've been sentenced to death, their family went away anyways. FAMILY: Dahlia De Croix (adoptive mother; deceased) Thomas De Croix (adoptive father; deceased) Marie De Croix (adoptive sister) Toulouse De Croix (adoptive brother) (Open to other family members!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 30, 2024 23:09:31 GMT -5
(They are cute!)
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Post by lazzylake on Sept 2, 2024 1:01:38 GMT -5
He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. All he could hear was his heart hammering away in his chest. Can’t breathe
Can’t think
Hands slowly made their way up towards the top of his head. Don’t panic
Don’t lose it
His hands gripped his hair. Sharp nails digging into his scalp. They weren’t sharp beforeIt was like he was underwater. Senses dulled. Muffled. A voice cut through whatever haze he was in. It wasn’t clear enough to hear, except of one word. Outside. Outside?Outside he can’t hurt anyone. Outside he can’t do damage. With visible effort, Jack nodded his head to whoever it was that was talking to him. Outside
Get outside
Can’t breathe
Can’t think
Get outsideJack, well, he didn't seem to appear better? Javalle’s eyes flitted back from the other man and the pendant around their neck, as if asking the woven necklace what to do. Obviously recovery was going to take some time, but Jack was still in a spiraling panicked state. Paralyzed. He did approve of heading outdoors, though. That was a start. Javalle could work with that. ”Can you…stand up at least?” There it was. A simple question. Jack could still respond to it with a yes or no gesture. Though, one had to ask, if Jack answered no, how would Javalle manage to get his werewolf acquaintance out those doors? Would they have to carry him there? Jack was, like, a whole head taller! Maybe two…. And dragging him around-it'd be humiliating for them both, to say the least. Not to say Javalle wasn't opposed to it, but- whatever. He just needed to focus on Jack. What did he need at this very moment? The bookkeeper slowly rose to their feet, ready to take action. |
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Post by soot on Sept 2, 2024 16:11:31 GMT -5
So, just to put out there, I’ll be rather busy for the foreseeable future, so replies will be coming less often ^^”
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 4, 2024 19:08:30 GMT -5
(Bump)
Teagan watches Berlioz as she continues to write down notes. She could tell this was still bothering her. "So what song are you writing?" She questioned hoping to keep her engaged. "Would you ever want to preform anything you create? I think we have a stage somewhere in this town."
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Post by boragesky on Sept 8, 2024 16:47:07 GMT -5
Berlioz De Croix
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" Do-Mi-So-Do-Do-So-Mi-Do... Every truly cultured music student knows... you must learn your Scales and your Arpeggios! Bring the music ringing from your chest and not your nose! While you sing your Scales and your Arpeggios! "
- Scales and Arpeggios, The Aristocats
-Berlioz looked up. "Well, the song I'm writing is for a project at my theater camp, and it's titled Riverside. It's Folk-genred." she began. "I believe the stage nearby is where I'm gonna perform my show soon. It's a junior version of Annie, so basically, Annie JR. I'm playing the role of Annie so I suppose that's neat." -(Interacting w/ Teagan (Hawkeyes258 ))
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Sept 10, 2024 11:42:37 GMT -5
Hello.)
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Post by boragesky on Sept 10, 2024 17:24:30 GMT -5
Marie De Croix
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" If you're faithful to your daily prac-ti-cing, you will find your progress is encour-a-ging! Do-Mi-So-Mi-Do-Mi-So-Mi-Fa-La-Sol it goes! When you do your Scales and your Arpeggios! "
- Scales and Arpeggios, The Aristocats
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Books.
Marie loved them.
No wonder she just realized she was at the library.
Marie slowly waltzed around the shelves gazing at every book to make sure each one gets attention. Of course, being refined she doesn't need to do this, but she figured it was a nice act for once. Marie felt at peace here. Not yelling at Berlioz and Toulouse for being idiotic, Not crying into her pillow after being yelled at by other adults for no reason...
Peace.
For once.
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(Open!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 12, 2024 19:40:41 GMT -5
(I was thinking do you want to rp the mom maybe trying to talk to her about everything?) |
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Sept 13, 2024 8:35:50 GMT -5
Maria and her mother you mean? That could be fun.)
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Post by boragesky on Sept 18, 2024 16:53:01 GMT -5
Hawkeyes258 Hey! Uh- do you think you can add Marie and Toulouse to the list of characters? Only thing is that they'd be listed under teenagers. ))
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 20, 2024 21:33:40 GMT -5
(No problem!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 20, 2024 22:06:07 GMT -5
Martha knocks on Maria's door and waits for her to answer. She wanted to check on her daughter to see how she was doing. Her husband eventually calmed down but she doubted Maria wanted to talk to him any time soon.
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Sept 21, 2024 18:34:17 GMT -5
Maria was sitting on her bed angrily reading. What? Her dad just sent her siblings to go basically hunt down the guy that saved her, she needed something to make her feel better. Suddenly, she was dragged out of her reading at the sudden knocking at her door. "C-come in," she said hesitantly.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 24, 2024 17:07:39 GMT -5
Martha opens the door and gives her a small smile. "Hey, mind if I come in?" She questioned. If Maria didn't want to talk, she wouldn't push her. She has sadly make that mistake in the past.
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