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[moon.]

{{ Hey all, our Internet is down. I'm on my phone right now and won't be able to post until friday sorry :c }} Scratch that, we solved the problem xD

[light.]

[[ in a few hours i'll know if i can post or if i have to leave for a month, but i'll let you know, indefinite ]]

[carrie dee.]

| I'm so sorry! Due to my being at a 6 week summer camp, I've had no time whatsoever to even glance at CS. Also, my phone wa taken away, but I snuck it back. I'm really sorry, Es, and promise to get up a post within the next week [it will take me a while to finish], and I'm sorry, Deffs, for totally abandoning you. Gah! |

[avarice.]

OOC - I apologize for not being on yesterday.
Apparently we planned to stay another night
and by the time I got home yesterday, it was
a bit late. But I'm back c:

[saorsa-]

{I've returned from my vacation as well - I'll be posting for Hanna when I get home.}

[moon.]

[quote="MoonBeamz"]ℓιαм ♕ κιиɢ

• • • "but I can't move the mountains for you."
hi, I'm Liam. || siberian tiger, am I. || paired with June
currently ;; talking to June feeling ;; out-of-sorts

⋮ Trying to hide the shaking of his fingers, Liam rubs his hands across his face, pulling back his hair as he attempts to remove the sleep from his eyes. His body had shut down - actually, shut down a few weeks prior - and left him in this terrible mess of a state - one that had no clue how to even smile without straining. But this is how he always is -ever since the curse, at least. Don't get him wrong - he thinks that June is super nice and sweet and all that, but he just can't seem to get over the fact that he'll never have his own life... ever. And it kills him, to say the least. Then, June is taking him out of his thoughts, stating how she wasn't really hungry, how she'd rather go for a walk. He lets out a near silent sigh of relief - honestly, he didn't really want to eat. For some reason, food just didn't seem to appeal to him. Really, over these past few weeks of being eighteen, he's had to force feed himself, and when he was, his appetite was extremely low. He'd pick at his plate, scowling down at nothing, waiting for the emptiness to open back up in his stomach. That's just how he liked it, though. Odd, tired, hungry. What couldn't be better? "A walk sounds great." He sighs, rubbing his hand through his hair as he pushes to his feet, this time making sure to follow June into the closet so that they wouldn't be slammed into a wall of pure pain, as he had just had an amazing awakening to. "I really need to run. Maybe I could carry you, so that you don't have to keep up with a tiger." He murmurs, waltzing into the closet. For him, going too long without transforming is extremely stressful, and even becomes painful after a certain amount of time. He'll get anxiety up to his nose, headaches beyond compare, and it is near impossible to stop moving - he is just about feeling this now.
Hardly wasting time on choosing an outfit, Liam slides on his old comfy clothes, topped off with his favorite pair of RayBans. After finishing his elaborate array of gorgeous clothing, Liam glances over to June. It takes nearly all of his muscles to not drop his jaw and stand there drooling like an idiot. With short cropped pants and a lanced shirt, nothing looks too different about June. It's just... their closeness. As said, when they touch, it's like a shock of energy runs through his body, sending him deeper into false happiness. Every step he takes towards June, the more beautiful she seems. But it's all physical. Because of this stupid curse, he has to feel love towards her, even if he doesn't. That is another thing that threatens to end his life every time that he smiles, and now, every time he moves towards the girl that he is forced to be 20 feet within for the rest of his life. But, he needs to stop thinking about that now. This isn't forever... hopefully. "Ready to go?" He asks, adjusting his RayBans on the top of his head before standing at the edge of their bedroom door, putting a little half-smile on his face. As June moves up next to him, he waltzes down the stairs and to the door, admiring their quaint little home with watchful eyes. And you take it all for granted, Liam. Always."
Sighing and looking down at his beat-up vans, step slowly dragging, Liam and June make their way out of the house. The air that rushes over his face the second that he opens the door is almost overwhelming - it's as if the outer atmosphere had evaporated every single ounce of awkwardness between them, replacing it with a comfortable silence broken only by the slight chirping of birds and the little rustle of leaves. Behind their tiny house is a large wood, consisting of the greatest place to go when they - specifically him - don't want to be seen. This is just about the only place that he can transform, for he doesn't like the attention that he draws when changing in public. So he doesn't do it. Here, now, though, is the best place to morph into a giant beast that he doesn't even want to be. So, closing his eyes, Liam summons everything that is in his existence straight to the core of his stomach. A shockwave is sent through every single one of his veins, alighting his nerves in an inferno of strange emotion. Everything inside of him seems to twist and shake, some things even disappearing, some things poofing in from thin air. The quick change, though, is soon over, and the moment that he opens his hard, amber eyes, everything is different. The slightest sounds are suddenly amplified by a thousand, scents that come from up and over the hills nearly at his fingertips.. or should he say, claw tips. Flexing his muscles, Liam gets used to his body as a siberian tiger, taking a deep breath with the lungs of iron steel. His razor sharp teeth poke out under a stone maw, one that could kill - but never would. No matter what he was built for, no matter who he is supposed to be, Liam will always be one thing and one thing only - Liam. He might be a tiger, maybe a human, but his looks will never form who he is. He isn't after power, after all - he's after freedom.

[saorsa-]

нαηηα

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"Happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can't even wear a tshirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns cool and when ...you briefly wake up, you notice that you're almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it's that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what's warm- whether it's something or someone- toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that's happiness."

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Shifting slightly in the doorway, Hanna paused for a moment, looking around their apartment. She hadn't ever thought that she would ever think of it as home, but standing there, she realized that she did. In all honesty, it felt more like a home than the house she'd lived in with her parents. The grand, airy old house felt cold and cruel, a house and most certainly not a home. Shaking off the chill that slid down her spine, Hanna turned and closed the door behind her, pressing her palm flat against the wood, allowing her eyes to close for a moment, willing herself not to think of the past, to think of the future - one that from now on would include Daniel as well. Like it or not, their paths had cross, and fate had dealt them a peculiar blow. Resigning herself to that fact would only help them get along, and Hanna knew that, but it was hard for her to relinquish so much of her private life to someone she barely knew. After all before all of this began, privacy and being alone was all she'd ever known. This was hard, having to share so much of her time with another person - much less, a person that wanted to be there about as much as she did.
Turning away from the door, she padded silently into her room. If there was thing she absolutely couldn't stand, it was a mess. Even if that mess was herself. She wasn't vain, no, but she took a lot of pride in her appearance, and Hanna had no plans to go anywhere looking like she did now. Thankfully, the two bedrooms were right off the living room, but that didn't stop the annoying pinpricks from increasing their intensity as she moved farther away from Daniel. She showered quickly, biting the inside of her bottom lip until she could taste the blood in her mouth. Hanna slipped into faded jean shorts and a loose black tank top. Narrowing her eyes, she stepped back into the bathroom to brush her hair, before quickly slipping quietly back into the living room.
The run and lack of sleep had taken their toll on her, and she stifled a yawn as she padded over to curl up on the couch. She swung her legs over the armrest, letting her still damp head rest on one of the pillows towards the middle of the couch. For a long while, she stared at the ceiling, saying nothing. She wasn't sure what to say. Eventually, her eyes slipped closed and she drifted off. After all, there wasn't much they could do until Daniel shifted back into a human. For once, she didn't dream, she just slept, body giving into the tired feeling that had hung around ever since the death of her Great Aunt.
An hour or so later, Hanna blinked herself awake, swiping her hands across her eyes. She sighed softly and shifted into a sitting position, running a hand through her hair, tousling the dark curls that were now somewhat dry. Narrowing her eyes against the bright sunlight, she turned, looking around for Daniel, still somewhat sleep-addled. She finally spotted him, and offered a sly smile. "Sorry I passed out on you," she laughed softly, "I didn't sleep well last night," she explained, reaching over the armrest of the couch to grab her phone. "Dinner sounds good, but the least you can do is let me pay. After all, I am the one who dragged you on a leash against your will." Looking down, Hanna studied her hands, almost too abashed to look up to see his reaction. After a moment she returned her gaze to him. "One other condition, though," she added, grinning slowly. "You have to pick where we go."

{ Sorry it's so short Av, I wasn't sure what to write. You can take them up through dinner if you want. c: Just so we are not writing really shoppy posts. xD }

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cαιη

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Cain's jaw dropped a bit when she tossed her untouched coffee in the nearby trash can. But as she turned back around, he made sure it close his mouth, careful not to audibly snap his teeth. Huffing at the extreme fickleness of the female race, Cain gulped back the last couple swallows of his first coffee. He sighed heavily once he was finished, feeling the hot liquid sliding all the way down to his stomach. Grinning in a very content manner, he leaned back in his chair, while January talked about what they could do next.
He tuned out for a few minutes - not to be mean, or because he thought that what she was talking about was boring, no, it was just something he did, a side affect of the coffe, and being part canine. Even before he'd discovered that he could turn into a wolf, he always had trouble focusing, keeping his attention. His mother was constantly worrying about whether or not he was ADD or ADHD, but the tests always turned up negative, and medications never did anything unless they were heavy sedatives.
That was one other thing about Cain - he could sleep anywhere at any given time. He loved to sleep. This boy could sleep all day if you let him. Sleeping, coffee, and being a wolf were Cain's three favorite things. But January's cats on the other hand...not so much. They hated him almost as much as he hated them. He could only hope that January would understand if he ever ate one of them. God. Cats. Ugh. He shivered just thinking about them. It wasn't that he was afraid of them, no, he simply disliked them with his whole being. Rising out of his chair, Cain dumped his empty coffee cup into the trash and gestured for her to lead the way. Before exiting the Starbucks, he glanced around once more, trying to pinpoint the cause of his unease. Whatever it was that was bothering him remained well out of his line of sight - if it was indeed a person. Cain't couldn't exactly say, but whatever it was, it was driving him nuts. Shrugging it off, he followed her out of the cafe, although he wasn't paying attention to how far apart they were.
The pain stopped him. Like a flippin' brick wall. He slammed into the invisible barrier, and stumbled backwards, an audible snarl escaping his lips. He fought the trembles that ran up and down his spine, urging his human body to shift, urging him to fight the pain, to fight the curse. The coffee wasn't helping. His back slammed into the side of the SUV, as he desperatly tried to once more regain the twenty foot boundary. Clenching his teeth, he flung open the door, none too gently, and clambered inside.
"Sorry 'bout that," Cain growled at January, although his anger wasn't exactly directed at her. He glared out the windshield, eyes open, but not really seeing his surroundings. All he could think about was the pain. That god-awful, gut-wrenching pain that blocked out all of his other senses. His head was still spinning. Huffing, he put his head in his hands, eyes closed, trying to still his spinning eyes. In his opinion, they couldn't get back to the house quick enough.
Their mission: 1. get the food for the cats without breaking the boundaries. 2. Return to the car without breaking the boundaries. 3. Return home without breaking the boundaries. 4. Get inside the house without breaking boundaries.
No, scratch that. Live every freaking day for the rest of their lives without breaking the freaking boundaries. He honestly didn't know how they could do this. How could they live like this? Cain fell into an angry silence, lost in his thoughts, desperately trying to figure out how they could possibly continue to live like this. Maybe, he thought, I should take January and talk to some of the others, to see if they have figured things out yet.

[avarice.]

OOC - Take your time Silver. c:

[light.]

[ wɪʟʟɪαм κɴox o'cαʟʟαʜαɴ ]

“ mood ”
..bored
“ where”
..hallway
“ with ”
..celeste
“ crush ”
..forever alone

The only thing on William’s head was how to solve the problems between him and Celeste. They couldn't be all days like that, fighting then one of them trying to solve the problems or ending the discussion, and the other one rejecting the help, the saving hand the other one was handing. Sometimes it was him; other times her, like this time. The only thing they needed was helping each other, but when one refused continuing the fights, the other wasn't in the mood for talking, and don't even talk about being nice to each other. This time it had been him the one stretching the helping hand, and it hadn't been as worse as he thought it would be. He had imagined her biting his head off or just leaving the room shaking her head in disgust. Instead she had done something like...accepting the help he was giving her? Strange, anyways.


This relationship was going to kill them both.


Now, what to do? He felt like he had just made a promise, and a promise cannot be broken, especially when it’s made to someone you want to like [or at least someone you want to survive with]. That was the reason he couldn’t leave the room, or walk more than twenty feet away, before both of them started to feel the pain again. Both of them, they were linked between some kind of magical/stupid connection that was killing them. But they would go through that, they would slowly swallow this “ritual” thing. And he had to wait there, that was his job, keeping the door. And William did as he had promised: he quietly walked to the bathroom and sat by the door, waiting for Celeste to finish her shower. The living room was quiet now; the silence was only broken by the damped sound of falling water, sometimes interrupted by Celeste turning around, probably. But he could do no more than imagining what she was doing inside. Sighing, William rested his head on the wall, waiting for her.

[sorry, wb]

➸ you don't want to k n o w what my lies hide

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[avarice.]

OOC - I'm probably not going to be on everyday to post.
I apologize but for the time I can get on and have extra time,
i will be posting. For the moment, I only have time to say this.
I'll post soon Silver :c