08-14-2020, 12:32 AM
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
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Paola startles at the sudden voice, letting out a soft yelp and whirling around, only to relax when she finds that it's Devland. "I think I saw my life flash before my eyes," she says with a choked sigh of relief, giving her bristling fur a shake to flatten them. She chides herself for being so jumpy—nobody has been in the treehouss for a long time since her, it's unlikely that its owner would return after it's fallen to such a state of disrepair.
"Yeah, or maybe the V stands for Vandalism, because this is some poor decor right here," she tosses back with a crinkle of a grin, returning his bump in kind by gently knocking her head against his shoulder. "Bro, I can't believe we're about to be haunted by a ghost with awful interior design skills. What's it gonna do, rearrange everything in the room two inches to the left?"
She cackles at that, falling away from Devland too and letting the laughter run its course. When she finally comes to, belly aching from the effort, she hears a voice and a new scent, and with a quick glace at Devland (a pleading look for him to come with her), she pads back over to the deck and peers over the edge, delighting at the other Typhoon members appearing.
"Hey, good day," the she-cat greets kindly. "Do you remember who lived here last? I think they might have had black wings, if it helps. Something to do with a V. Maybe Victoria?" Vivienne? Violet? If it's on the wall, it has to be a name—a testament to their presence, however fleeting. Didn't people often leave their names to prove that they have been there before?
At Michael's admission, Paola gains a thoughtful expression before getting back up on her paws. "Well, Dev, we better get down there," she says, tossing her friend a wink before backing up from the edge, counting to three, and running forward to launch herself at an opposite tree. She picks her way down, branch by branch, until she finds the lowest ond just above their heads and dangles from it upside-down, her tail wrapping around the limb securely. "Hi, Mr. Michael, sir. It's alright to be afraid of heights. I'm afraid of tight spaces, if that helps."
She flashes him a wide, encouraging grin before letting herself be distracted by Lucifer's unquestionably glorious form. "I'd be glad to live up there, if it's allowed," she answers. "It's open and has many windows, and it doesn't make my skin prickle like the other enclosed places do. Shame that it got left behind, though, it must have taken forever to build." She glances back at the treehouse complex, only to cock her head to the side when she think she sees a pair of green eyes staring at her from the foliage. It disappears after a blink, however, and Paola is left to wonder whether the treehouse really is haunted.
Not that it matters. She would never let some ghost chase her out of her new home.
[table][tr][td]"Yeah, or maybe the V stands for Vandalism, because this is some poor decor right here," she tosses back with a crinkle of a grin, returning his bump in kind by gently knocking her head against his shoulder. "Bro, I can't believe we're about to be haunted by a ghost with awful interior design skills. What's it gonna do, rearrange everything in the room two inches to the left?"
She cackles at that, falling away from Devland too and letting the laughter run its course. When she finally comes to, belly aching from the effort, she hears a voice and a new scent, and with a quick glace at Devland (a pleading look for him to come with her), she pads back over to the deck and peers over the edge, delighting at the other Typhoon members appearing.
"Hey, good day," the she-cat greets kindly. "Do you remember who lived here last? I think they might have had black wings, if it helps. Something to do with a V. Maybe Victoria?" Vivienne? Violet? If it's on the wall, it has to be a name—a testament to their presence, however fleeting. Didn't people often leave their names to prove that they have been there before?
At Michael's admission, Paola gains a thoughtful expression before getting back up on her paws. "Well, Dev, we better get down there," she says, tossing her friend a wink before backing up from the edge, counting to three, and running forward to launch herself at an opposite tree. She picks her way down, branch by branch, until she finds the lowest ond just above their heads and dangles from it upside-down, her tail wrapping around the limb securely. "Hi, Mr. Michael, sir. It's alright to be afraid of heights. I'm afraid of tight spaces, if that helps."
She flashes him a wide, encouraging grin before letting herself be distracted by Lucifer's unquestionably glorious form. "I'd be glad to live up there, if it's allowed," she answers. "It's open and has many windows, and it doesn't make my skin prickle like the other enclosed places do. Shame that it got left behind, though, it must have taken forever to build." She glances back at the treehouse complex, only to cock her head to the side when she think she sees a pair of green eyes staring at her from the foliage. It disappears after a blink, however, and Paola is left to wonder whether the treehouse really is haunted.
Not that it matters. She would never let some ghost chase her out of her new home.
10 MOONS
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[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
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