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run wild — o - ghostpact - 04-01-2018

DAMN DUDE
this young boy is a problem you should call it in ! - tags
Immortalhd sat in his room all night, up planning as he stared at the glaring huge red circle around the date on his makeshift calender that read 'April 1'. He had to do something and with so many people around, it had to be good but too bad. Obviously, some of the shit he used to pull couldn't be done here and he wouldn't risk getting kicked out. Not just yet. He still liked the place. So he sat in his room and planned and went out in the middle of the night when no one else would be there. Hopefully. Whatever, he wouldn't stop for any conversation.

The next morning, the clan would wake to confetti thrown everywhere. Immortal found where most everyone's rooms had been and dumped a bunch of glitter on the ground in front of their doors so it would stick all over their paws if they didn't manage to leap over it. He made a bunch of very small cardboard cutouts of his face, putting them (temporarily) over pictures in the Picture hall and in places where they were almost not noticeable if someone didn't look twice. There were two holidays on this day, though. In other places, there were plastic and very colorful eggs hidden, each containing either a small bouncy ball, a message, a bunch of glitters that popped out, or one of those tiny cardboard cutouts of his face. He had no problem if they all knew who pulled the stunt. In fact, he wanted them to know.

Instead of venturing outside, though, he laid asleep in bed. He would eventually find out how they took it.
#psychosocial.



Re: run wild — o - BASTILLEPAW - 04-01-2018

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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Bastille had been sleeping little lately. The constant headaches made it difficult to rest, and beyond that, the restlessness that had seeped into his bones hardly made it easy to stay still. He was constantly itching with an energy that failed to run out, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to work it out of his system. It was driving him a bit crazy, and though his mood seemed to have improved a bit in the past few days, that was probably about to go to shit.

He woke early (or rather, gave up trying to sleep) and was pushing his way out of his room before it occurred to him what day it was and that he should have his guard up. Of course, it was too late — he had already stumbled into a mound of glitter. ”What the fuck—“ he sputtered, skittering sideways and shaking his paws. The glitters simply clung to him, puffing up and covering the bengal. He stood for a moment, staring down at it in distress, and felt a slight headache coming on. There was really only one person that was enough of a snake to do this...

”HD!” the Fireball yelled, giving himself another shake as he stalked down the hall towards the other’s room. He liked HD, he did — but he might actually smother him with a pillow for this. Bastille looked absolutely ridiculous, stomping through the observatory covered in glitter with such a dark expression, but that didn’t deter him.