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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:36 pm
 Spearmint was pressed up as near as he dared against a dirty, solitary window, watching the sun leak out of the sky. He tried not to get too close to the glass.
The grimy asylum halls were bad enough in daylight.
With night closing in and no idea where his room was, he waited until the last threads of light slithered into dark. If he shivered, it wasn't from the cold. He didn't care for the dark.
Where was he supposed to stay?
Soon it was just him, his first night in the halls of the asylum, and the faulty, flickering hallway lights. ...He hoped he was alone, anyway.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 9:25 pm
 For Roekan, the same sort of feeling wasn't too far from that of the Glaceon's; wary and uncertain of this cage they'd been brought to live at. He'd been here only for a day or so, give or take, and was still struggling to adapt to this lifestyle. Without fail, he'd gotten into a fight at least once a day since coming, leaving him quite hostile and on guard constantly in the presence of others.
On this growing night, the Poochyena was walking along the silent corridor that lead to his recent 'home' in this hell hole. He'd completely abandoned and rejected the room he was designated and taken to sleeping and basically living in the courtyard. The tree's were grand and perfect for sleeping in, and staying away from most of the others that inhabited the place. Wiping a bit of blood from his lip in the last scrap he'd gotten into, the canine like boy gave a flick of his tail, triangular ears pricking as he suddenly caught scent of another. Sharp golden eyes flashed up to the path before him, instantly spotting the wandering blue clad male; but it didn't slow his roll. Continuing to walk, his tail grew rigid, and lifted somewhat in a tense position, his body prepping for an attack... Thankfully the door to the courtyard was right to his left, making him casually twist the knob, and slip through.
He was safe... well... as safe as one could be in this crap heap....
Making his way along the soft grass below his shoes, his pace picked up to a rather unnaturally swift movement, before he belt his legs to leap up at a branch that he had been heading for. Grabbing it, he flipped himself up to scale the higher arms in the canopy, taking his usual roost.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 10:02 pm
Mint's sense of smell wasn't nearly as good. He didn't see or hear the Poochyena. As he eased worriedly away from the window the only thing he noticed was the slightly open door to the courtyard.
With night finally here, he didn't feel like exploring. He wanted to hide. But the hallway felt...open. He tried the door, and stepped out onto the pavilion. The moonlight started where the sun had left off, giving the grass and trees a pale glow. Every rustle of wind made the courtyard sound alive.
It unnerved Mint. Still, across the yard, maybe he would find rooms. Anything but the hallway.
He wandered, still fearful, still on edge, right underneath Roekan's tree.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 2:15 pm
His ears twitched again, hearing someone's shoes touch the cobblestone just before the entrance to this 'haven'. Darting his gaze over, he saw that guy again....
The glowing golden orbs didn't blink nor move from the figure as it advanced further in, tail stopping it's leisurely flick, hanging leg tensing as well. What was he doing out here...? Most everyone was inside by now...
Roe's eyes narrowed further.. maybe he was looking for a fight... But the Poochyena didn't act yet... the Glaceon hadn't made a move yet, so he didn't have enough motive to strike.
But he was walking dangerously too close for the canine's comfort, making a low growl come from him in warning; a natural instinct to him now. He was already battered enough today, and needed his wounds to heal before taking on another enemy or he'd run himself dry.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 6:47 pm
Mint heard the growl. He froze underneath the tree, looking around, then up into a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
The temperature dropped drastically.
The grass near Mint stopped swaying, and stood upright, making a faint cracking noise as it froze solid. The ground became hard. It was like someone had opened the door to a meat freezer.
"Eeeek!" Mint said in a brave and manly fashion, stumbling back from the tree. "Don't hurt me! This is a new jacket!"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 7:01 pm
His growl stopped short from the reaction he got, a brow quickly quirking up. What the.... it was the sound of the Glaceon's voice that surprised him. That kind of voice...? for such a wussy? Snorting, he shook his head and looked off again, relaxing his back against the tree trunk again, his tail lazily resuming it's lax swaying motion, as well as his dangling leg. That guy was no threat at all... Though that freezing act was impressive..
The golden eyes snuck a glance to the now petrified patch of green below. If he was afraid of a mere growl, then there was nothing to worry about...
And his jacket? That's what he was worried about? Frowning, Roe gave a shake of his head before raising his arms to fold behind his head as a means of cushioning. He'd already licked all the cuts he had, and now all he had to do was wait for his body to do the rest of the job in the healing process. Of course he couldn't do much about the bruising... it hurt like a mother f-er though...
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 4:25 pm
Mint's night vision was still not good, and in the dark of the tree, all he saw was those yellow eyes still focused on him.
Alright, okay, fighting. He could fight. If it pounced him, he'd just bury a Salchow jump into the side of ...why did this castle have no helpful staff and garden leopards?
"N-nice kitty," he said, backing away slowly. Leopards tried to attack you from above and break your back, right? So as long as he stayed facing the tree...
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 4:30 pm
He was about to let the wuss go... but that word...
Kitty...?
Instantly, his eyes snapped back open, and his lips rolled back into a louder more fierce growl, before he leapt off the branch and landed with ease in a crouched position. His head jerked up in one movement, his body slowly easing up. He began to advance towards the Glaceon in a stalking manner, eyes unmoving or blinking from his prey.
"What.... the f----.... did you just call me...?" he growled harshly, fists balling. Wounds or not... he would not tolerate being misinterpreted. He was a f---ing Poochyena, and proud of it!
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 5:54 pm
The leopard dropped, except not on him, and it wasn't a leopard.
"You're a person!" Mint said in surprise, edging to the side as the other patient circled him. "Sorry. You do look a bit like a leopard." He also looked like trouble. Dangerous, scruffy, with bruises and what was probably blood. One night in this awful place, and he was going to get eaten by a werewolf.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 11:51 pm
His ear twitched again in annoyance, "Have you even seen a leopard before..?" he growled, snapping his tail in a rigid upright position, "they don't look anything like me." he barked. For one leopards had spots, and were midnight black fur wise. Second, their ears were round, and their tails long like a boa's. "Duh I'm a person.. why the f--- would they have a leopard?" he sneered, tail twitching and swishing in an irritable manner.
It was always these pretty boys that were the dumb one's.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:23 am
"A black leopard, obviously," Mint said, tone stiff. Leopards liked trees. He didn't think his assertion was that far off. "Nothing else in this place makes sense. I don't see why they shouldn't have leopards. ...If you're going to attack me, I think you should be warned that I'm a skilled athlete, and I won't go down."
There should have been an easily attached to that sentence, but Mint refused to put it there.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 10:28 am
He gives a rather... dull expression to the Glaceon, "my fur's gray.." he grumbles, "that's like me callin you a woman.. since you act like such a p***y.." Tail flicking irritably, he rolls his eyes off to the side, "leopards cost a ton... why would they waste money on somethin like that.. pretty sure they keep as much for themselves as possible.." This kid didn't know anything about the streets, obviously.. mafia and gang members had exotic animals that cost a fortune, and were sold on the black market. The way these 'doctors' handled things here, they'd be crazy to buy a leopard. It'd get killed, for sure.
But his ears did p***k up slightly at the last comment. "Who said anythin about fightin?" his eyes narrow again, "You want me to fight you, huh?" Crooking a brow... he blinked slowly. An athlete? really? His golden eyes sized the other up, eying him up and down, before resting back at the blue ones. He must be the worst on the team, "Yeah... you would."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 11:11 am
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mint demanded. It was getting cold again. He steadied himself in what he hoped was an intimidating fighting stance, then executed a controlled développé.
It wasn't an attack. His actual fighting skills (and he had been in a few catfights) were limited to biting, scratching, and hair-pulling.
But he hadn't been lying about being an athlete. Somewhere under his tailored clothes was a lot of trained strength. He balanced perfectly on one leg, stretching the other up, and up. It was not a kick, either, just a show of flexibility and control. Unfortunately, the movement was straight out of a ballet instead of a Bruce Lee film. Something that looked suspiciously like glitter swirled around him before being carried away by the wind.
He set his leg down again gently, straightening into a dancer's stance again.
"There," he said, "You see?"
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 9:38 am
" Just as it sounds.." he plainly replies. This guy really wasn't all too bright, was he?
As Spearmint performs his elegant ritual, Roe's lips slowly press together, lips rolling in as teeth bite them.... holding back his reaction as best he could. But when the Glaceon was finished, a hand had to slowly rise to the Poochyena's mouth to hide it, head turning to the side, his shoulders shaking as he did his best to repress a laugh. But it wasn't enough apparently, as he suddenly burst forth with laughter that filled the entire courtyard, causing a few night birds to flutter into the air, as well as his buddies the bats.
It took awhile for his laugh to die down, a hand wiping at the corners of his eyes of the years that'd managed to form from how ridiculous the other guy looked. Trying to catch his breath, he also tries to regain composure, "What... the f---- was that?" he chuckles, the laughs only rebuilding.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 10:21 am
"A...very serious karate move, you wouldn't understand," Mint said peevishly.
Laughter had not been the reaction he was expecting. Some small, rational part of him thought that it was better than fighting, but it was not what he'd been going for.
"Laugh all you'd like, I'd like to see you try it!"
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