[OrangeSocks]

username: OrangeSocks
name: Chioma
what are they mad about?:

Chioma's fist landed heavily on the innocent table. "It is just completely disrespectful and disingenuous!" She glared at the kalon in front of her who furrowed his brow in discomfort and confusion. Chioma knew nothing about the guy who had asked to sit next to her, but after exchanging pleasantries and the topic of jobs was brought up, she had started a rant. "You see, when I was a kid, this wasn't as much of a problem. There was demand and mass production, but companies retained quality! Now they've kicked that out the window to jump on to trends and quick fixes." Chioma sighed.
"Toys just are not what they used to be. Take Monster U. dolls for example. They were well made! A good amount of joints and durable plastic. Of course, they were not of the incredible quality or design, but they were pretty good! Now the damn companies eliminated most of their joints and have started using cheaper plastic." Chioma picked up her drink jerkily, causing some to splash over the lip of the glass. The other kalon started to say something, but Chioma didn't notice and she placed her drink back on the bar. "Oh ho ho, and don't get me started on new toys today. What the hell are they thinking? Besides old brands that have changed their designs, new brands are hideous! Do they really think kids don't deserve refined and detailed characters in their toys?" The red kalon shook her head. "Did you know that the age for playing with toys has decreased in recent years? Don't quote me on this, I don't exactly remember the exact numbers, but on average, Darbies used to be played with until the age of 12! Now, it's 7 or 8. Technology has a huge role to play in that, but I also think these awful toys also have a role. What the hell is slime? What the hell are these damn toys these days? Do these big companies no longer care about supporting these kid's imagination and exhibiting an art??"
Chioma paused to take a breath. "Right, anyway, I'm a toy designer." The other kalon seemed dumbstruck and looked at Chioma with his mouth hanging slightly open. "What?" Chioma leaned forward with confusion. "Oh... sorry about that. Um... what did you say your job was?"

[masterpiece]

username: masterpiece
name: Hibiscus
what are they mad about?:

Hibiscus, unfortunately, was completely terrified of the ocean.
How she ended up on a cruise was a small mystery to her, one that she had been trying to unravel ever since she awoke to the sound of waves, thundering against the ship. She had risen on the deck, head propped against a railing; a break in the wood displayed the great, blue mass below and she had sprung immediately a few feet into the air in terror.

How long it had been, she was unsure, but upon questioning the cruise-goers around her, she only received fearful replies. In her haste, and distress, her panic was sadly coming across as furious anger. The slight frothing at the mouth and wide-eyed look wasn't helping.

Eventually she sought solace in the bar, one of the only places she thought she could drown her sorrows - somewhat ironically - and forget her problems. However, as the walls began to sway around her, she encountered a new problem. Motion sickness.

Howling, "who did this to me?!" as she swayed around the bar, desperately looking for an appropriate place to relieve her agonised stomach. Again, due to her haste and this time inebriation, she was unaware of her surroundings. Especially the fact that she was routinely bumping into others around her, causing an angry crowd to gather.

If it wasn't for the kind stranger, pulling her away and finding her bed at the behest of the bartender, the poor ill-fated Kalon could have finished her evening even worse than it had begun.

[lovestruck]

username: lovestruck
name: Azrea
what are they mad about?: Azrea sipped her ale quietly, anger coursing through her. Every bone in her body itched to punch someone- something. She had just found out that her girlfriend of three years- three years! Had been cheating on her with her boss. Not only that, but when she found out, she was so angry that she had punched her boss before she could even think through it, and he had fired her immediately. It wasn’t like she liked her job anyways- guiding foolish tourists around the cruise and answering their stupid questions for a little bit of money, but she didn’t have enough money to survive long without a job. She was screwed, all because of her cheating, good for nothing girlfriend.
It was only made worse when her ex strolled into the bar, clinging to her new boyfriend’s arm, a flirty smirk upon her lips. Feeling the anger bottle up, Azrea dug her nails into her palms, clenching her fists. Suddenly, a stranger was on her left. “Hey darlin,” he drawled, clearly inebriated. Unable to hold back anymore, her fist extended at incredible speed, making contact with his nose. Hearing a satisfying crack, obviously his nose breaking, she threw another punch, and soon enough they were on the floor. But it wouldn’t be her first fight that night- no, tonight she was angry, and betrayed, and nothing felt better than to hurt.

[Vordai]

username: Zith
name: Helena
what are they mad about?:
Helena doesn't mean to get angry but usually other people drive her to it. Of course, she makes them furious first, what with her sassy remarks and quick witted quips that just tend to pop up whether she's trying to control it or not. She promises it's not her fault, though! Now, she believes that she's a friendly person and she'll always greet people who pass her, but she's certainly not afraid to snap back at someone if she finds herself offended. Sadly that can kind of happen often and thus she often finds herself within fights and needing a friend to usually bail her out.

[magpie!]

username: magpie!
name: Roymen
what are they mad about?: (50 words min.)

As you approach the bright kal, sitting in the back corner visibly seething, you notice that he is also slightly confulsing...
with tears--his head in his paws, quietrly crying silently. You put a paw on his shoulder to let him know you're there, and
he seizes up a bit, takes in a long sniffle, sits up and wipes any remaining tears away.

"Can I sit with you?" You say softly. The kalon nods a bit, daring not to speak for fear of his voice waving from the bout
of emotion he was still trying to conceal. "Is something wrong?"

There's a long pause, and the kalon takes a deep breath.

"Please don't tell anyone-" You nod in confirmation and he continues: "I was notified that I lost my job last night.
I can't pay for this cruise anymore, and I see no reasonable way to get off of it." He takes his head in his paws
again, and then bangs on the table out of frustration. You jump back a bit, startled, and then lay your paw on his.

"I can cover it. Don't worry, Just have fun, okay?" You say softly. The kalon looks up at you, bewildered.

"W-who are you? T-thank you? Thank you so much!" He is now visibly shaken, he stands up and holds your paw in
both of his. "I'm Roymen. Just call me Ro. If there is anything I can do to repay you, please, let me know."

[friggin' foxes]

username: friggin' foxes
name: marcus (nicknamed mites).
what are they mad about?: they got my bloody order wrong! who the hell wouldn't be mad when they forgot the hot sauce on your buffalo wings!? so i threw a few chairs, maybe knocked a couple guys around demanded to see the chef, it was hardly an overreaction on my part. you could imagine my temper when the owner asked me to leave, if anyone was at fault here it was the incompetent chef who couldn't face me like a man in the end. (76 words total)

[fish-soda]

username: fish-juice
name: amanecer
what are they mad about? (50 words min.)
type of heartbreak + unfamiliarity, wip!!

[sparrow,,]

username: comet.
name: Iris
what are they mad about?:

"Hey hey hey. That's mine." Iris said loudly, coming back from a refreshing bathroom break. A bulky kalon was rummaging through the purse she stupidly left out on her chair.

"Hmm, I don't think it is." The kalon sneered, his drink in hand. He took a large gulp. Iris's pupils dilated in anger. Everything she cherished was in that purse; her phone, a couple trinkets, her girlfriend's photos. She was not about to let this drunk kalon get away with theft.

"Give. It. Back." She said slowly, acting as if he was stupid, though there was a good chance he was, considering how he could think that he would get away with her belongings. The kalon eyed Iris for a moment, the purse flipping between his claws, before he laughed loudly. "You are asking for it little girl." He began to stand. He was big.

"Little girl? Little girl? Once you're done with me, we'll see who's the little girl." Iris clenched her teeth, fists balling up. She flicked her tail, managing to knock a glass to the floor. The bartender was giving both she and the burly kalon dirty glances, clearly annoyed but what was happening.

"Tiny, you're not actually going to fight a girl right?" A smaller, tattooed kalon said, somewhat nervously. Iris noticed he kept a significant amount of space between himself and Tiny. Snarling, Tiny whipped around, eyes wide. "This girl thinks this is her purse. I'm just gonna show her who's always right."

Turning around again, Iris saw her chance, throwing a large right hook that caught Tiny off-guard. He screamed in surprise and anger, swinging a hook right back, that Iris easily dodged. She could see his every punch coming. She threw a couple jabs and an uppercut before security rushed in, pulling Iris and Tiny apart. Tiny had a couple bruises, as well as a scratch above his left eye, but Iris was left untouched.

She pushed against the guards, reaching for the purse that Tiny had thrown during the fight and snatched it up. "Aw, you let a little girl beat you!" She mocked, pulling her lips back in a pout. Tiny panted, waves of anger coming off him. He screamed again as a security kal accidentally hit out of the bruises with an elbow as he was turning. Well, 'accidentally.'

The security helped her back to her room. "You might wanna be a little easy on Tiny over there. He's a screamer." She smiled, sliding in her room card. The security kalons laughed. "You sure beat him up good! That Tiny has been bothering quite a lot of people." One confessed. "I bet he won't be doing anything for a while now."

Iris said her goodbyes, closing her room door behind her. She sunk down into her bed, content with what happened. Her muscles felt good after the fight. Before she fell asleep, she oddly began thinking of Tiny's name. Ha. Tiny.

I'm actually screaming, this is like the image of my dream kalon owo

[ArcticWaterDrake]

Username: ArcticWaterDrake
Name: Pyro
What are they mad about?:

"... went to the casino yesterday ... not much left, but I know I'll make it back next time ..."

Pyro thrust open the wooden door, her tail lashing furiously from side to side. A few kalons tossed bewildered glances her way, before promptly turning around as if they had seen nothing. The entryway fell back into place with a shudder, and she stomped over to the barstools.

Plopping down in a dark-colored chair with a wooden back, she glanced around the room, trying to find one of those blasted employees. They seemed to be everywhere at once, yet not one was ready to help her. She snorted in disdain at the poor management.

"So what's got you all tied up in a knot?" a red-haired kalon asked her with a cheeky smile, causing her to whip around and face the young employee. Pyro's smoldering expression quickly conveyed that he had chosen the wrong words, and a low growl escaped her clenched teeth.

"That's none of your business," she snarled back at the kalon, whose face promptly turned red hot with embarrassment. She snorted in contempt before continuing, "So what sorts of refreshments have y'all got here? My mouth's as parched as that crusty old beach we saw yesterday,"

The bartender swallowed tightly, before pointing to a panel above him and replying,
"Well the menu's up there, and we've got Orange Tequila on special toda-"

Pyro cut him off with a menacing grunt. "I'll take the Fireball Punch, and make it snappy!" She growled.

"Ok, what size would you like-"

"Largest you've got, I don't really care, just get on with it!" Pyro barked.

"O-ok... that would be the 16 oz. glass..." the employee shivered, before continuing, "That'll be fifteen dollars, of course, that's before tax,"

"What!? Fifteen dollars!? Are you mad!?" Pyro slammed her paws down on the counter, causing several other customers to glance warily in her direction, but only their eyes betrayed their disturbance.

"I'm just the bartender, m'am, I don't price the drinks... If you'd like to submit suggestions, you can contact my manager," he explained hastily.

"I'm not paying more than ten!" Pyro shouted, but the fire in her eyes was dying down. Her gaze sank down towards the rigid stone floor. "I-I'm sorry... I can't pay for that... I guess I'll just take the 6 oz.,"

"That will c-cost you f-f-four-f-fifty, before t-tax, of course," The bartender replied shakily.

"That's fine," Pyro snorted dejectedly, before pushing a few beat up dollar bills towards him. The bartender counted the money and then hurriedly scurried off to prepare the drink, somewhat relieved to get away from her for a few moments. Pyro breathed a heavy sigh before sinking back into her seat.

Minutes later, the red-haired kalon reappeared with bright crimson drink on a platter in one paw, and a plate of jalapeño poppers in the other. Pyro snatched the drink off of the platter, before noticing that he had set down the jalapeños in front of her too.

She threw him a questioning glance, before gruffly informing him, "I didn't order these, you must have meant to give them to someone else,"

The bartender blushed slightly, before replying, "They're for you, I got them from the back-'

"I hope you aren't expecting me to pay for these," Pyro grunted.

"Don't worry, they're on me. Name's Mirage, by the way," He added at the last second. Pyro shot him an inquisitive glance before taking a sip of her drink and stuffing one of the spicy treats in her mouth.

"Mmm!" she couldn't repress a sound of satisfaction as the delicious flavors seeped into her taste buds. Mirage smiled at her before stepping out from behind the counter and sitting down next to her.

"Don't you have work to do?" Pyro questioned Mirage as he made himself comfortable in the rickety old barstool.

"Just got on break," he replied with a smile. His sudden warmness towards her surprised Mirage, and she couldn't help but blush a little when they looked into each other's eyes. However, remembering what brought her here, she pushed those namby-pamby "feelings" out of her head. The last thing she needed was another kalon to dangle happiness in front of her muzzle, before snatching it away in a cruel heartbreak. Her eyes watered slightly as she reminisced of her lover, the one kalon she truly believed she might have a future with-

"Is something wrong?" Mirage asked worriedly, noticing her abrupt change in temperment.

"It's nothing, really,"

"I can tell it's not nothing, but if you're not ready to tell me, I can understand," he replied before adding with a glint in his eyes, "After all, we've only known each other for about 30 minutes!"

This caused Pyro to laugh a little, lifting her spirits, if even for just a few brief moments. "Well, actually, there is something I've been trying to avoid..." she began, her heartbeat quickening at the thought of telling this kalon she barely knew the tragedy of what had happened just a few weeks ago.

"Go on," Mirage gently prompted her, before taking another sip of his own refreshment.

Gulping down her hesitation, Pyro began to tell her life's story. "I was born into a wealthy family, and grew up in a life of luxury. I bought my own house in a high-class neighborhood, and enjoyed the comforts of my wealth,"

"Doesn't sound like a bad life to me," Mirage snorted, before realizing how insensitive he was being, and explained, "Sorry, you weren't finished, carry on,"

Pyro blinked in understanding, before continuing, "At one of the lavish parties I attended, I met another Kalon I couldn't resist. She had deep blue eyes, and a cherry red dress. It was love at first sight. Not long after, we started dating, and I was happier than I had ever been with all my silly trinkets and expensive toys,"

She paused as she saw disappointment flash in Mirage's eyes, and smirked at his sudden dejectedness. It was obvious he was lovestruck. Mirage noticed that she had paused, and his cheeks turned red, but before he could spit out a hasty apology, she continued onwards.

"One day, when I was coming back from work, thinking about her irrestible smile, another car veered out from behind a building so suddenly, I didn't have time to react-"

Mirage gasped with shock. "Are you still hurt? How did you recover?" he spat questions at her with a worried look in his eyes.

"Hold on, I'm getting to that," Pyro steadied him. "The ambulance picked me up just in time, if they had come even a few minutes later, I might not have made it. They said I had many injuries, and prescribed a whole slew of expensive medications to me. Evantually I recovered, but not after I had lost almost all my once plentiful cash. Unable to go to parties or keep up with my social life, I was losing friends left and right. One day my girlfriend called me on the phone, and gave me the most horrible news. We were breaking up. She ended the call before I could reply, and left me sobbing on the bedroom floor,"

"That's terrible!" Mirage exclaimed with a look of sympathy.

Pyro nodded, the bitter memory causing tears to roll down her cheek. "I was devastated. I booked this cruise in an attempt to escape from my troubles, but all it ended up doing was losing me more money," she finished with a single stinging tear escaping from her eye.

"Well, whatever happens next, you've got a friend in me," Mirage told her comfortingly. He reached out one shaky paw towards hers, and she took his hand.

"Maybe, perhaps, something more than a friend," she replied with a little wink.

Mirage blushed so that his face looked like and inflated cherry, and Pyro giggled with a joy she hadn't known in months. Perhaps something good would come out of this time, if only she chose to let it happen. After all, life is what you make it, money or no money. She made a mental note not to return to that casino, and began to discuss plans to go to the beach with Mirage tomorrow. Things were turning around, slowly but surely. Maybe she had finally found the Kalon of her dreams. Only time would tell.

[imperials]

username: imperials
name: poppy reynolds
what are they mad about?:
Poppy is a originally native to the place that they will be visiting. She angry because she feels like she’s on this cruise for nothing since she’s just going back to her hometown. There isn’t any point, she feels. She moved away from that wretched place for a reason and now she unknowingly is getting pulled right back there. Just when she thought she was finally free . . .