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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:51 pm
She remembered the cages, the bars thin steel, the way the mesh flooring hurt her sensitive pawpads. She remembered the feelings of judges' hands goading her, pulling her fur (accidentally, of course, but it still hurt!) and fiddling with her ears and tail. Her ears flattened at the thought of giving a well-aimed swipe of her claws. The man had cried out and dropped her. She landed on the table and darted off like a bat out of hell, people chasing her, setting her heart afire. She had been afraid. For the first time in her life, she'd felt fear.
The fear had ebbed now. She was no longer being chased. Her paws, however sensitive, were getting used to the rough streets of Ikebokuro. She slept in whatever alley she chose was the safest, although they weren't all that safe. She'd met others, other cats, some without their collars. Seemed it wasn't uncommon for showcats to find solace in the street life. Khloe didn't miss her old life -- instead, she was interested in a new life. Hands in her pockets of her ripped and baggy jeans, wearing a grungy t-shirt and her dirty scarf, she walked through the park, dark hair in long, twin braids and her blue eyes glancing every which way.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:56 pm
Impulse was nervous, to put it bluntly. He was on the brink of having a family, and he was still so young. His first love, Marshall...was he his true love? The love he'd have for the rest of his life? Did he want to limit himself? But then, with these thoughts, was he unloyal to Marshie? He frowned as he walked, headed to find Gwin, his hands in his pockets, earring jingling with each step. He wore a brightly colored array of clothing and his rainbow-hair was freshly dyed, hanging loose from the typical ponytail to mid-shoulder-length. He was cute -- he could probably get anyone he wanted. But here he was, not even twenty, with a loyal boyfriend and a girl who would be carrying their babies... Just like that, he'd go from zero family to family, in an instant and it was enough to give him cold feet.
But he couldn't back out. Not now. Marshall needed him and, believe it or not, so did Gwin. Gwin with her own boy-problems. Imp's lip rose up as he thought of Sassy, looking at that girl as she stripped. He'd hurt Gwin... But it was Gwin's decision, not his, if she forgave him and took him back. Impulse, as much as he disliked the perv, wanted Gwin to be happy...
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:41 pm
Gwinivere ruffled her freshly dyed hair, staring at her reflection in the softly lapping waters from the small lake in the park. Her wrists seemed to be holding all of her tension lately, after she had confined herself to her studio with a newly aroused muse. It was hard to pull her away from painting now... since she realized how insecure and self depreciating she was without it. Screw Remi, and any other guy that decided she wasn't worth the effort. This brought a smile to the Shorthairs face. She was able to move on... just that little bit of self preservation seemed to lighten her fears of dwindling away into nothingness.
With self assured movements she ruffled her drying hair once more, brushed out the wrinkles in her blue British flag tee- and stood thinking of what it was she wanted to do with the new found independence that was burning her blood. Smiling to herself she darted into the street, and up the first alley she came across, thinking perhaps today would be her lucky day and she would find someone interesting.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:46 pm
Khloe was perched on the farthest trashcan, tail flicking over the side, paws far from the edge. Ew. Ew. Ew. Dirttyyyyy. She needed to invest in a pair of gloves. How she hated alleys...but they were fairly safe. Kept her away from most other cats, who she still wasn't certain about. She might not've missed the showlife, but she missed the...pristine-ness of cleanliness.
Jumping off, she headed for the light at the end of the alley, shoulders hunched, braids bobbing, bangs in her blue eyes. Her eyes darted back and forth, chest puffed out. To show she wasn't afraid. She wasn't, not really. She paused as she saw a tall woman with brightly-colored hair, her tail puffing up as she arched back eight baby steps, counting each one under her breath. So maybe she was a little OCD? "Who're you?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:53 pm
Gwin blinked a few times, a uncertain frown forming on her face as she watched the girl back up. A student.... god how she hated how her mind was so linked to the university now... she needed to get out more, to explore... to not... be so confined. Gwinevere pursed her lips, looking the smallish girl up and down, trying to figure out who she looked like. "I'm... Gwin, a teacher at the university... are.. you lost? Or looking for someone?" The child had that look... the confused scared expression that came from loosing your position in the world or loosing who kept you in it.
"Sorry if I startled you... I have a tendency to appear sometimes.... " Gwin paused searching for the girls name in recent memory and finding none... realizing that she never really asked, Gwin gave a light chuckle that reached her eyes, before reaching up and ruffling her hair once more. -a nervous habit- "'fraid I don't know your name..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:56 pm
Khloe eyed her from where she stood, ducking her head a little before realizing she was nervous, then puffing up again, to make herself look bigger. She tugged on the ends of her back-long braids, dark brown with colorful rubberbands on the ends. University? "You a teacher or somethin'?" Her head tilted ever so slightly, hands stuffed deep in her ripped jeans' pockets. "It's fine. I'm Khloe." Another pause. A intake of breath. Was she looking for someone? No, why? Should she be? Time to change the subject, picking at her chewed down, bloody nails. "Why's your hair painted rainbow?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 7:15 pm
"Yeah, something like that... im more like the teacher that never shows up to class... and when I do the students go packing with me to learn their art better. I mean what is life without experiencing it?" Gwin reached up, taking a bit of the colored strands in her thin fingers. "I dunno, I guess I always liked it like this, sometimes I forget that its not natural. Marks me as the painting instructor?" The femme laughed at her own guesses, after all no one could really figure her out, let alone herself. "wanna go do something fun? I was looking for some interesting new company, and you certainly don't seem boring."
She gave her best winning smile, the one with dimples and all, giving off a friendly/sisterly vibe as always. Tis why she was such a good teacher.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 7:24 pm
Khloe watched her touch her hair, ears pulling back close to her own hair, which was unbrushed and messy. Her bangs were too long and shielded her eyes. She needed a hairdresser...and maybe a little bit of color, just like this female's hair. Could she pull off a rainbow? She frowned, then shrugged. "Art..." Pause. "Like painting? And colored pencils?" Her ears perked up again, tail swaying, finally un-poofed. "I...would like to see that. What you paint." A frown, then a smile. "I was a showcat... I never got to do anything fun."
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:42 am
The grin that spread on the short hairs face was huge, radiating purity. "sure! I'll show you my studio, perhaps you would like to take some classes from me at the OU! We could have tons of fun together.~" Gwin pursed her lips thinking for a moment before letting another huge grin frame her face. "maybe Impulse will stop by, or sassy... you would like them... though it might take you awhile to warm to Sassy."
Only now did the girl walk closer, lightly touching the little ones shoulder. "this way!~" she lightly tugged her in the direction of OU and the ruins, which happened to be the opposite way that the young ragdoll was walking. "Maybe I'll have something that will fit you if you want to borrow some other clothes, I remember being a new free collar... it was quite frankly scarier then hell. And I wanted to shed everything of my old life... I JUST managed to do that." she laughed, duel colored eyes shining as she looked the petite form up and down. Yeah something should fit, may be a bit long on her though.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:28 pm
Khloe watched the shorthair uncertainly. Classes? She'd be willing to give her art classes? She pulled her ears back. "How much would it cost me?" The idea of having some fun intrigued her, however, and Khloe was interested at once. Even if she didn't know who Impulse and Sassy were, she was curious.
However, as Gwin touched her shoulder, Khloe pulled away, tail wrapping tight around her abdomen. She didn't even know her! All she could think about were the rough handlings of that last judge and it was enough to make bile rise to her throat. With wide eyes, she stammered out, "I-I'm sorry... I don't like touch, not at first. Sorry..." Meekly. "But I'd like that... My clothes are pretty grungy..." Again she found herself staring at Gwin's hair -- perhaps she could pull off a rainbow herself, in the future. Maybe a mowhawk? Just a small one... The idea made her giggle.
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