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Post by Victor on Apr 29, 2011 21:46:20 GMT -5
Victor said nothing. He continued to drink, cheeks damp, not openly reacting.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 29, 2011 21:50:56 GMT -5
He wanted to confront Victor. To say something, to do something. But what? He wasn't sure.
He needed to get drunker faster. To do something. Mentions of truth or dare were beyond him, as was that of glitter and his long lost brother.
He shoved the empty bottle of alcohol back at Tugger before taking a few steps toward Victor.
"I'm not a fucking whore."
A sentence said firmly, though tears trickled down his face.
"Is it just because I haven't let you fuck me? Is it stale? Is that what you want?" He fumbled with his belt, a little fuzzy from alcohol, hard to see.
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Post by puck on Apr 29, 2011 22:19:30 GMT -5
Puck smirked and gave Quaxo a glittery pat on the cheek. "Now now, you knew it was going to happen sooner or later. No need to act all shocked." She giggled and turned her attention to Kamaria. "I think our work is finished."
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Post by kamaria on Apr 29, 2011 22:24:48 GMT -5
Kamaria grinned, satisfied, and let Quaxo go. "Indeed, I'd say job well done," she said happily, and patted Quaxo on the shoulder. "It suits you. Matches the pants."
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Post by Plato on Apr 30, 2011 22:51:04 GMT -5
"Dudes, we're playing Truth or Dare, not Soap Opera. Duh," Plato said, more reprimanding Misto before he put a hand on Victor's shoulder. "But maybe we can play Soap Opera later after we see some bazambas. Way too much gay here!"
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Post by Mungojerrie on May 1, 2011 7:19:29 GMT -5
"HAH! Bazambas~" Mungo laughed, "Whot are we? Kittens!? Just say it! Boobies! Breasts! Tatas!" Funny, he wasn't even drunk and he still acted this way. Maybe this would make it seem less obvious that he found Quaxo to be quite the attractive little fellow. And hey, the glitter didn't retract from that at all. Jerrie patted at his own chest lightly, "Hm, 's not like I get ta see boobs very often, Rumple's just as flat at I am!"
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Post by Alonzo on May 1, 2011 15:50:45 GMT -5
Alonzo took another swig of his drink, separating himself from Plato for a moment. He looked around the group before remembering what that new cat had said a couple minutes ago...eavesdroppers eh? He glanced at where he had said they were hiding. He turned his back to them once more, put down his drink, and turned to run full tilt towards the spot. At the very least he would get a laugh out of this.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 1, 2011 15:52:57 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus, still crouched, froze up in terror before he looked at Arion. When caught, run. And if caught, put the blame on someone else. It was a lesson he learned from Pounce.
And so, he sprinted quickly, trying to get away from the barreling Alonzo.
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Post by Arion on May 1, 2011 18:55:17 GMT -5
He looked to Tumble as the black and white cat sprinted towards them. He's frozen for a slight moment, unsure of how to react. When Tumble begins to run, Arion feels that it would be the best option, at least for now, since what else are you supposed to do when someone is running at you?
He follows the younger cat's lead and flees from the hiding spot.
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Post by Alonzo on May 1, 2011 19:00:35 GMT -5
Alonzo caught a full view of the two teenage cats, he began laughing before calling after them. "Come on boys, I bet it's more fun to come and actually join in the festivities than watch from the sidelines!"
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Post by Tantomile on May 8, 2011 21:07:17 GMT -5
Tantomile shrugged. "Oh, why not. Truth or Dare should be somewhat interesting, at least...." She trailed off, watching Misto with concern. "Misto?" Setting her drink down, she gently touched his shoulder, glancing from him to Victor. "Misto, dear, calm down. I don't know what's going through your head, but this certainly won't help...." She trailed off, torn between wanting to help him and not knowing what to do.
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Post by Plato on May 8, 2011 22:27:54 GMT -5
With Alonzo on the run, Plato was stuck in the middle. Then there was Tantomile behind Mistoffelees, and he felt the urge to move behind Victor, to try and puff himself up tougher and larger. Shit, if he was going to get a wingman, so was Victor!
"What's this shit about?"
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Post by Quaxo on May 11, 2011 2:47:36 GMT -5
Quaxo grumbled half heartedly, standing up and raising a hand to his hair, "this is never going to come out you know. I'll be sparkly for the rest of my life thanks to you."
At Kamaria's words he laughed, "that's true, it does match the pants, but I think I might need to wear them always from now on, because nothing else I own goes well with sparkles."
It was at that point that he saw Misto, teary eyed and confronting another cat (Victor he believed, his name was). He could feel the emotion running off of both of them, Misto was hurt and angry as was Victor, this could not turn out well. He ran over to Mistoffelees' side, "what's going on here?"
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Post by Victor on May 17, 2011 22:46:41 GMT -5
"Nothing," Victor said bluntly. "There is nothing going on at all."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 17, 2011 22:50:05 GMT -5
Tugger rolled his eyes. "Did you two screw it up already? You may never complain about me again."
He watched Alonzo running off. "Someone needs to pry that kitten away from his mother. He'll never get any like that."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 18, 2011 10:35:30 GMT -5
"I did nothing!" Misto yelled, voice rising shrilly. "He called me a fucking whore! You think I sleep with anyone? HUH? You're the one who wanted all the sex and the relationship, and I liked it and got into it, then calling me a whore?! I haven't even let you fuck me!" By this point, his belt was open and he undid the front of his fly, incredibly unstable from being drunk, and partly from blurred vision as he couldn't help but cry.
"Fucking falling in love with you and you do this to me. You fucking do this to me." And he tripped, landing on his knees hard. He balled up his fist and punched the ground before sobbing. "You fucking asshole, fucking falling in love with you and you leave me."
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Post by Kitrina on May 18, 2011 10:44:05 GMT -5
"Did you guys break up?" she asked Victor, mainly because Misto seemed inconsolable and she doubted in that state of upset and inebriation that she'd get any clear answer. Not that she was incredibly sober, or anything like that, but it was nice to know what was going on.
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Post by Plato on May 18, 2011 10:45:11 GMT -5
This... was something Plato didn't expect. He looked downright confused then, but had to hold his ground, especially now that rainbow pants-face was taking Misto's back. Fuck that shit--Victor was his hommie.
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Post by Mungojerrie on May 20, 2011 12:45:17 GMT -5
The calico was unsure of what was really going on.... but he knew it would make for some good gossip. Sure he'd bend the story every which way and most likely get in trouble for it.... But it was juicy! "I'll just uh, be ove' 'ere...." he mumbled, taking a few steps away. He kept his back slightly turned from the situation, but his ears were taking in every word. He smirked slyly to himself. Ooooh, the kittens would love to hear about this.
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Post by Quaxo on May 20, 2011 17:53:19 GMT -5
Quaxo's eyes widened at Misto's words, he dropped to his knees beside his brother, tears that were not his to cry running down his cheeks, "Misto, calm down, it'll be OK, it will I...I..." He looked up to Victor, "what's wrong with you? Get out of here, you've done enough damage!"
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Post by Plato on May 20, 2011 18:43:18 GMT -5
It was protective instinct, similar to Quaxo's, when Plato snarled.
"No, maybe HE should fucking leave! Victor's a good guy. If he said Misto was a whore, then Misto was being a fucking whore."
It suddenly seemed like it was less an argument between the unusually emotional Mistoffelees and unusually stoic Victor, but flare ups from friends who didn't have the full story.
Thinking about a conversation in the bath once when Victor told him and Alonzo about their relationship, Plato was fueled on. "You guys were doing an open relationship. Wasn't it even your idea, fag? I mean, Misto." He said, quickly berating himself for the slip. Victoria wouldn't like it. "Who would even suggest that except a whore? HUH? So tell us, who'd you fuck? Who the hell did you fuck?!"
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 20, 2011 18:46:31 GMT -5
"NO ONE!" Misto spluttered, taken aback by his brother, and by Plato's words. "No one!" Anger burned, but with that a pain. And the slur, even if corrected, pissed him off. "Rather be a fucking faggot than a fucking retard like you!"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 20, 2011 18:49:02 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus stopped running when he heard Alonzo. "You mean we're not in trouble?" That idea was just beyond his comprehension.
Huh....
"Can we drink?" he asked before his ears pricked forward and he looked to the group. "Holy shit... what's going on? I thought chicks were just going to snog each other!"
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Post by Quaxo on May 20, 2011 19:02:29 GMT -5
Quaxo stood up, eyes full of fury, both of his own and of others. There was so much going on in his head he felt woozy, but one thing was certain, he wasn't about to let this asshole insult his brother.
He began advancing on Plato, "back the fuck off, and don't you dare call my brother a whore! You don't know anything!" He was right in front of Plato, anger searing, and his voice lowered dangerously, "if you ever call him a fag again, you'll live to regret it."
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Post by Plato on May 20, 2011 19:06:31 GMT -5
"Did you just call me a--" Plato couldn't process it. He balled his fists but didn't budge from his spot. Anger started burning inside him.
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Post by Arion on May 20, 2011 20:55:30 GMT -5
The spotted cat stops as Tumblebrutus does, confused at this new development. According to Tumble, they wouldn't be allowed in, but the black and white cat seems to disprove that point. He turns to face the group again.
"What's going on there?" He asks, surprised at the sudden change in behaviour.
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Post by Mungojerrie on May 20, 2011 22:48:44 GMT -5
Ugh, maybe this isn't the type of gossip he wanted to hear. It seemed a bit... harsh. He turned around and face the quarrelling cats. He raised his hands a bit, "C'mon guys, let's calm down an' compose ourselves like gen'uhlmen okay?" He stepped forward to address everyone more directly. "Do ya all honestly believe that poor'lil Misto 'ere is an 'ore? C'mon yer all takin this too far." Mungo shot a quick glance at Quaxo. Maybe he'd think highly of him for protecting his brother... maybe... Why would Jerrie even want that though. He shook the thought from his head. "An' Plato, you 'ave no room to call anyone else an 'ore if ya get whot I mean," he stated bluntly. A cheeky smile spread across his face, "Now, why don't we all 'ave a drink an' forget this eva' 'appened."
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Post by Tantomile on May 21, 2011 13:30:43 GMT -5
Everlasting Cat. Now Plato and Quaxo were getting involved. Great. She glanced between the angry toms, wincing at the slurs being tossed back and forth. Tantomile crouched next to Misto and patted his shoulder, to escape watching Plato and Quaxo flare up at each other.
"Misto? Sweetie, you're drunk. Come on, calm down dear. Please don't do this when you're drunk." She spared a glance up at Plato, and shut her eyes against the dark waves rolling off him. She instead averted her eyes to Mungo, nodded. "Mungojerrie is right, everyone needs to calm down. I can't imagine that you two," she waved her hand in the direction of Plato and Quaxo, "are really helping anything. Let's all breathe."
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Post by kamaria on May 21, 2011 14:08:28 GMT -5
Well this sure took a turn for the worse. What happened to glitter and laughter and carefree silliness? Kamaria didn't like this, not at all. She had been in need of a happy distraction from her emotional issues, not more drama. Always with the drama. You'd think this was one of those silly soap operas the humans watch on tv.
She fidgeted and grabbed Puck's hand, squeezing it tight.
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Post by ilikegirlstoo on May 21, 2011 14:15:03 GMT -5
Admetus frowned. What the hell happened?
Not knowing the whole story, he was hesitant to pick a side. He shot Munkustrap a look. He was supposed to be the protector, why the hell wasn't he interfering? Admetus sighed, frustration growing. There were too many heated words flying around for his liking.
"Would you all just shut the fuck up?!" he yelled, and then blinked, somewhat surprised at his own outburst. He took a deep breath, and then continued, calmer. "What the hell is going on? Enough with the name calling, guys. Settle down and talk things through."
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