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Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 25, 2020 23:08:23 GMT -5
There would always be something new around the corner, sure, but Funk didn't expect to see the old drive thru still working. Even when his scouts ran back and reported it, he didn't act all that surprised. Some fragmented memory from kithood or whatever. But it was shabby then, and it was even shabbier now. Trash littered the still short grass as the group approached it. The screen was torn in some places, holes beginning to form at the ends. But it was mostly in tact. Though the amount of cars was what surprised him more. Even now, it was still getting business. The sun had just fallen from the sky, so the movie would start any minute now. It wasn't hard for them to find a spot away from most of the cars, but still close enough to get a good look at the screen.
Really, the Nemesis bluffed his way through the report, just like always. But now, sitting here and waiting for the screen to flicker at any moment, he could feel himself getting excited.
"Isn't this exciting?" Sioux had stayed close to her siblings, especially during the move. At first, it was too intimidating to where she could barely breathe thinking about it. But now she was here, bouncing along and as excited to see a move-e as a kit.
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POSTEDJun 26, 2020 8:22:31 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Cinna didn't normally splurge for these events, mostly because the tom often thought that there were ten million other things that could and should better occupy his time. Still, upon his promotion to Assassin, the former Punishment hunter figured that a night off might just be warranted. After all, with his promotion, his days were just about to get longer. His ear twitched at the thought as he made himself comfortable. He scanned the clearing once, before pulling his tail around his paws. Someone would come up to him eventually, right?
Cinna was not wrong in someone coming up to him. Elyon, the newly dubbed Foreign Affairs Proxy, and former Assassin padded up to him. "Hello Cinna," Elyon purred. "How are you liking the Butcher Shop? I've been a bit busy getting the lay of the land of my new stomping grounds, but I took great pride of my work. Also I feel I should note that the Bone Garden in the back will need tending to. Most of the bones have been cleaned meticulously but the pool of eyes might need to be buried when it starts getting too rancid. That's what I've done is just bury the gore. Surprisingly it allows quite lovely flowers to grow. It's rather lovely, bleached bones and blood red blooms."
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 26, 2020 22:57:25 GMT -5
Of course, the Nemesis' good mood just had to be ruined. Or maybe someone had slipped him something hallucinogenic, because, as it so happened, a second Funk appeared! The feline was identical in almost every way, save for looking a bit younger, and having dark black line their eyes thickly. Not enough to bring question to their identity, obviously, they were Funk, but enough that one might suspect the tom was looking especially well that day, or had dolled himself up for an occasion. They wore a faux fox fur scarf, a similarly excited expression on their face as they sat down next to the Nemesis, an unopened bag of chips dropping from their maw down between their paws. "You're stuck with me now." They commented, though, up until this moment, Funk would have had no indication of such. This was one of those cases of someone just crashing the party when uninvited, you could suppose.
Senescence hadn't really bothered to stop the mini clone following her to the theater, and the she-cat carried a puffed up pan of popcorn, the foil still unbroken, but hot, as though she'd just made it, as she found herself a comfortable spot, casually tearing open the round top and peeling it back to reveal hot popcorn.
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POSTEDJun 27, 2020 18:01:40 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
It was a good thing that Tempest had chosen to sit off to the side mostly by herself, not that she didn't like the other cats she worked with, well that was a part of it but, she didn't like most cats. She didn't care much for whatever picture that they had come to watch she only came because she was sure someone would get suspicious right? Maybe they wouldn't care after all and she had just wasted her time by coming here, either way she was here now, maybe she would sneak off if the movie ended up being boring.
The small she-cat did a double take, then a triple when a second Funk appeared out of seemingly thin air. Maybe she just hadn't been paying attention when they arrived but now that she had noticed her heart began to pound out of her chest, slowly the she cat stood and started to back away from the gathered group of cats. One was bad enough, but two?
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 3, 2020 15:55:53 GMT -5
This wasn't even a surprise anymore. Like really, this is what should of happened. Funk glanced over at her, the mini him. One of his and Foxbane's. He didn't even try to hold back a sigh and swiped one of the chips out of the top of the bag. "Why though? What happened to Sunclan?"
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Lorelei dragged a plastic bag with her. Crammed full of brightly colored boxes of candy she had swiped here and there, it left a good sized trail behind her before she came to a stop. Reaching into the bag, she rifled around before finding a dark blue box with bright red words on it. She didn't know what it said, but that was fine. A shuffle behind her made her look back to see Tempest backing away. "Hey!" It took all of a few seconds for the she-cat to bound over to the mage, "You can't leave yet! The movie hasn't even started!"
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POSTEDJul 3, 2020 16:20:10 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"I uh... I just remembered I left the hose on in the green house and If i don't go check on it the whole thing will flood and my herbs will die." The gray she-cat spoke, sounding more confident in the lie as she spun it, it sounded believable to her own ears anyway. She usually didn't speak to her group-mates but I would be rude to ignore the she-cat standing directly in front of her. Though she did instinctively step back once more to allow for the appropriate amount of space between them.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2020 20:36:37 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Jetclaw "Ah, Elyon, always a pleasure to see you," the assassin purred as if the two were old friends. They weren't, and had only come into contact briefly before his training, but by the looks of it, you'd never know. There was a part of him that wanted to shudder at her words, no matter how friendly he seemed with her. It wasn't that he wasn't a fan of blood or guts, he just wasn't yet used to the idea of saving the parts. He had previously been known for quick, clean kills that were immediately dealt with, and the adjustment to the trophies of another murderer weren't necessarily his favorite. Perhaps it was equal parts pride, knowing that the gore belonged to someone else and not him. Oh, well, he'd be in the position long enough to leave his own stamp eventually.
"I have to say," he continued with a hearty laugh, "the eyes were the most unsettling part. Otherwise, the Butcher Shop has treated me well, mm? I've even added some more decorations; soon it'll be just absolutely homey for me." He smiled, thinking back to the lavender that now sat in the center of the den. It was a constant reminder that he had a task to complete. "You've left it in good hands, I'd say.And hey, thanks for the advice. I'll have to keep that in mind. How's that promotion of yours?"
"What about it?" Funk the possibly a hallucination stuck out their tongue, and the symbol of their birth, water, was stained in yellow on their tongue. As quick as they had done so, their tongue was gone, and they continued on. "How am I gonna get all the benefits of being Nemesis in SunClan?" They mused.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 8, 2020 23:41:48 GMT -5
Funk caught a glimpse at the horoscope briefly, just rolling his eyes as they continued. "Trust me kid, there are no benefits." Funk sighed. But maybe this could work out for him. Maybe they'd end up getting some of the work that was thrown on him for the sake of his Nemesis-ship. Not that he expected to get lucky. The chip itself wasn't very good, too crunchy but not salty enough to his liking, but he ate it anyway. "But hey, whatever floats your boat. Just so long as you can fend for yourself."
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While some could have caught on that this was a lie, Lorelei was not one of those people. It seemed reasonable, though she didn't understand how they didn't turn off the hose in the first place. "Hmm... okay, but you gotta be quick. The opening commercials give you a good chunk of time though. I'll save you a seat." Lorelei purred, turning on her heal and bounding off only to plop down a few feet away. It was a nice spot, with a good view of the screen. She probably took up more than two seats, with the way her paws pushed against those already there. But she didn't seem to mind as they picked up and left.
