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Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

Sending good vibes for a speedy recovery from your surgery - hopefully with as little pain as possible. Take care.
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Thanks for the good vibes, I appreciate it. Turns out it's just an ulcer - or two. Nothing I haven't seen before.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

You don't have to be good.. But you had better be... BIG LOUD Oh good golly gosh, I just re-watched Cats Don't Dance at 4 in the morning, and I felt this huge nostalgia wash over me. Now I can't stop humming this damn song where this little fancy pancy girlvillain kept singing. I even sang it on the way to my appointment. Speaking of appointment, I had three nurses attend to me, and they all gave me the strange eyebrow arch when they asked me how I was feeling, and I said 'fine'. I don't think they understand a couple ulcers is nothing compared to what I had going one when I was younger. But of course, when I get home, my cat had to plop herself right on my stomach. I think she knows what's going on, and she was trying to guard me - but jesus, I was reeling in pain with that one. They're coming to take me away HA HA They're coming to take me away HO HO, HEE HEE HA HA. To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

I have company coming over tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to it. But hey, some socialization shouldn't kill me. Shouldn't. I also had my ex's girlfriend call me today. I have nothing against big women - but when that big woman is a bitch, I'm bound to call her a fuckin' cow. I live a pretty exciting life don't i? Hospitals, roleplaying, video games, excessive amounts of food, and sleep.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

Having an ex over is really tough. REALLY tough. I'm trying to be a good host, and showing them around the city - and they've been rather ungrateful about me spending my time with them. Believe me, I didn't HAVE to waste my time showing them around, and they could just crash in my spare room - but I was just trying to be nice. I can't wait till they leave tomorrow.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

So my stomach basically exploded. Well not really - if that happened, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be typing this. I've been really tired with the pills and whatnot, but roleplaying is a good relaxing thing to do, so I'm going to continue that - I probably won't be taking on any more roleplays though, simply because I'm groggy and cranky most of the time now. But aside from that I've been in and out of hospitals like no one's business, the only problem is I keep getting a bed nearby this girl, which yes, I feel bad that she's in the hospital, but holy shit , she doesn't need to blare Katy Perry and Lady Gaga like a broken record. I don't mind those artists, but holy shit after the 8th time, I'm tired of them, and I want that iPod to go flying off a cliff.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

I'm tired of the standard Good things happen to good people. I'd like to think that there's a deity up there, somewhere that watches things and plays a sadistic, cruel form of chess with humans - righting the wrongs and keeping the balance - whether we notice it or not. But, really - the scientist in me won't let that thought get very far, because as only a mere human, the best I can do is keep telling myself Everything will be alright.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

Last surgery for the next month or so - at least that's the way the doctors are putting it. Going in soon. I can't say I'm nervous, I guess after the fourth time it sort of becomes routine. Kind've sad that my routine is a hospital, but hey we all have our struggles to go through right? I can't wait to get back to roleplaying. Too bad they won't let me bring in my laptop this time. P
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

Hope you recover quickly Dysy... I will be thinking about you
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

Same here, Dysy. Hope you're doing good and recovering alright.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

This post will be short - mostly because I can barely see the screen in front of me. Thank you shyone and Ulcis for your concerns, I'm recovering okay - but I feel as if my body still has a bit of a vendetta against me, because as soon as I just about was moving at top speed - I got food poisoning. And the big hint as to why I think my body hates me? After three days - I still have stomach pains and I need to see a doctor again . I'm honestly starting to think I cannot catch a break. I miss roleplaying - and if any of my other roleplaying partners see this, I haven't given up any of my roleplays, my body simply just doesn't want me to have fun. P
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

That's okay, hun. Take your time and get better. You're one of the best RP partners that I've had in a while. You're worth the wait. Won't be happy enough when your body stops misbehaving.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

I'M ALLLIIIIIIVVVEE. Sorta. Not really. BUT I CAN START REPLYING. SO I'M GOOD.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

I'm hungry. I've finally gotten my appetite back, and I feel like I've been eating nonstop. I went to a fast food place, got myself two cheeseburgers - and proceeded to eat one as I drove home... About halfway home, I happened to look down and went Where the fuck is my cheeseburger? Somehow I thought that they messed up my order and just gave me one. I ate it. Without even noticing it. I completely devoured a double cheeseburger - without realizing it. By the way, it was delicious. Even if I don't remember it. -- On a side note, all my RP's will be attended to tomorrow. My brain is at least 79 coherent now, and I think that's enough to formulate posts.
Thread: Soft Kitty [Journal]

I posted in this just about a year ago - it's good to be back.
Thread: Lost Kitten (SexyXWolf)

THe disease had started to effect the Cat people only two weeks ago, it has been nicknamed InvCV Invaseive Cat Virius And it started with mild vomiting and a weak body, then the mild fever and foggu memory. Next was changing of iris color normally red sometimes black and complete over heating. The last stage was imbilized body, the need to sleep, ant the body shutting down. Millions of Cats have found their end in the middle of streets, parks, homes, cars, and other odd places. It was a mild day but yet a girl leaned in the shade of a thick tree in the middle of a barely populated park, her short bland hair plastered to her head and her clothes sticking to every curve. The white tail and ears dropped and didn't move. The puffing sound of her breath and the milky porcelain of her skin told anyone who wanted to look that she was in the second to last stage of the mysterious sickness spreading through the Cat people population. Levi Opened her big normally gold green eyes to reveal a read iris. Mewing pitifully she wished for death as it would be better then the extreme heat she felt. A breeze briefly played at her making her shiver happily until it danced away leaving her alone, mewing in earnest hoping to be rescued but not having the power to speak she started to shake, her body was going to shut down soon. She couldn't stand or even crawl, the sound of foot falls made her try and work harder but her voice didn't raise much and she could only hope as tears brimmed her eyes that somebody could help her even if it meant just killing her.
Thread: Lost Kitten (SexyXWolf)

Concentrating on his voice Levi got her ears to flick just barly but the pleading look in her eyes would be enough to let him know she was responsive. Her body was on the last stage and she scrunched her face slightly as she worked hard to get a simple noise out of her voice and a barly audiable help left her lips. Relaxing once she was able to get out the word she looked at the sun and realized that when she sat down in the early morning many hours had passed without her noticing. She was going to die, and Levi started rambaling prayers in her head as she waited for the human male to either kill her or leave her alone. She just wanted peace from the burning sensation she was feeling, the foggyness she new was from the sickness, and the leathel nonmovement she felt. Death would be kinder then this and she prayed for it. Her red eyes flickered shut as she felt her heart miss a beat, her longs werent working properly. It wouldnt be long now she thought. The breeze tickled her face and she could hear the fait rining of it in her hears, her senses were starting to fail. Forcing her lips to move she mouthed Im dying, I can barly hear. At least death wont hurt. She then forced a tiny, useless smile on her face making her look like a sleeping angel.
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Thread: Lil Search Thread | Updated Pairings+OC Info

RE Lil Search Thread 3 Adding in fandom roleplays. I've never done fandom roleplays but I'm really interested in doing them.
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RE Lil Search Thread 3 Here is a synergistic thread repositioning strategy for your thread, because you bumped mine.
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RE Lil Search Thread 3 hi. I am responding to your request in mine. I can't do four paragraphs.
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Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Bimo was unhappy, very unhappy, in fact he was down right pissed off and he made sure the people around him knew it. He had been forced into a tux, and warned not to take it off. They where lucky he hadn't, but with every passing moment he was getting more and more furious. This was the fourth quarter quell, a mockery, a hell on earth. They had changed the age limit from 12-18, to 16-20 years ago, so even though he was nineteen he had not been spared. It was a joke that he was there in the first place. Because of the rules of this quarter quell the person who's name was drawn, had to choose who would go. A boy from his sector, a massive bully, had been drawn, and he knew the instant that he saw those smug eyes look at him, that he was doomed. So there he was in the games, not drinking, not eating, sitting in a corner and ignoring everyone growing more and more furious. He sighed a little and snarled as a young Capitol woman came over to flirt with him. He was known as The Mercy, because he had let three other contestants go, had not killed them. He was the lowest count as of yet, with only one kill. Every time he remembered it he felt sick, the way he had sliced through her belly, the way she had screamed and tried to pull her innards back into her own body.... he snatched up a glass of wine and sniffed at it before he suddenly tossed it to the floor, glaring around him as the crowd fell silent. You people make me SICK! he hissed, his voice low, but the rage in it making it even more frightening than if he had been screaming. you sit here in your lavish lifestyle, eating and laughing and drinking yet out there thousands are DYING of starvation just so you can wear pretty whore clothes! several people gasped as they realized he had just called them whores, pressing hands to their lips, inching away from him. we DIE for you and then you bring us here to make a MOCKERY of us! You people should burn in all the holy HELLS! he kicked over a table, scattering food everywhere and causing some of the faint of heart to shriek in terror as he stormed through the crowd, shoving anyone who got in his way to the floor, uncaring if it was man, woman, child, or victim, fighting back the tears that wanted to come to the surface. He didn't care that he was technically breaking the law by ruining the party, they wouldn't dare try to stop him lest he get hurt and be at an unfair advantage in the fights. He forced his way out of the crowds, giving a particular hard shove to a giggling woman, the silly thing clearly thinking it was all part of a show. Well clearly she realized her mistake when she spilled onto the floor and shrieked when he stepped on her hair on his way past, abandoning the party to go to the small area in which all the contestants could go to have silence and piece. There where twenty four tiny rooms, but they where mostly private, he went into the one that had The Mercy printed on it and slammed the door closed, pressing a hand to his face, the stress of the Games where beginning to take it's toll on him.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Aurora watched the commotion of one of her fellow tributes, her eyebrows creasig in confusion. He was the boy from District 5, she believed, but then again, she had not spent much time trying to get to know any of her competitors. It was useless, really, because they would all be gone soon enough. One by one, they would disappear with what the Capitol thought was their disposable lives. However, she remembered this particular boy because he had made himself just as famous as she. While she was making a name for herself, gaining the title of The Traitor, he was doing the opposite. If the rumors were true, which they probably were, he had been letting his victims go. He had been sparing lives, which while is not breaking a rule, it's defeating the purpose of the Games. The Mercy had become a fan favorite for his compassion, a heart throb amongst the Capitol women, and none of them seemed to realize his actions were his way of being defiant... Aurora already hated him. While the Capitol swooned over his hero-like character, they basked in what they thought was her mysterious, dangerous quality. She was the villian that everyone loved to watch, because she was so unexpected, and she loathed having such a reputation. Didn't they realize she had no choice in keeping herself alive? Did they not realize she had a family to get back to? Yes, Aurora hated The Mercy. He made her look just as evil as the Game Maker himself. However, the scene that unfolded in front of Aurora was quite unexpected, creating confusion to spread across her face. She did not flinch once during all of the shouting, the crashing, or the screaming. Instead, she looked on with pure indifferent. Maybe this boy was not as soft as he was made out to be, just like she was not as brutal as she was depicted. The President went up to the stage, made a few jokes, distracted from the maids that quickly cleaned up the mess, and the room was back to its busy self. People continued to dance, drink, and eat as if nothing ever happened... Well, except for Aurora. She was baffled, trying to figure out what was going trough that boy's head. Didn't he realize that the Games could easily turn out of his favor if he angered the President? He was good as dead, she thought. What a shame. Now, why she did what she did next, Aurora hadn't a clue, but she grabbed one of the full unopened bottles of champagne off a table and two glasses before heading down to the Tribute Suites. Stopping in front of his door, she sighed, knocking softly. As soon as the door opened, she knew exactly why she followed him. She was lonely, and she was falling into a pattern than many deperate tributes did at some point. She craved human contact, a person who understood her pain, and despite how she hated the way his angelic reputation made her's look so much worse, she had a feeling after his outburst that The Mercy might 'get' her more than she thought.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Bimo hated his name of 'The Mercy', he couldn't bring himself to kill someone else, couldn't bear to let the one person he loved to see him as a murderer... but that was all behind him now, she was dead... the only person who he had ever truly cared about, the only person he had ever loved... the only woman, the only living thing that loved him back, was dead, starved to death without Bimo there to hunt for her. He felt rage boiling inside of him, hatred for all those people out there in their stupid dresses and he unleashed a short cry of fury as he started to rip the clothing off his body, stripping the silly, flimsy clothing. He had been dressed in white, to make himself look angelic... he hated white, white was empty, nothing... white was where you went when you died. He froze when he heard someone knock on the door and he ripped it open, panting softly, clearly having some sort of breakdown for the wildness in his eyes, the rage in his face, and the long scratches he had given himself ripping off his shirt, which hung in tatters around himself. ...what!? he demanded, tears in his voice as he stared at her. what do you want!? but he knew what she wanted... he wanted it to, he hissed softly and turned away from her, heading deeper into his room, swallowing thickly as he sat on the bed and his his eyes with a hand as he sighed. this place... it's a madhouse.. he whispered. they wouldn't be out there... laughing and drinking... eating, if it was them and THEIR people out there being slaughtered. he growled, glaring at the floor before he looked at Aurora. i'm Bimo. he stated suddenly. i'm from district five. he greeted her, holding a hand out to her. please... I join me? I don't want to be alone tonight. he admitted softly. i can't bear to be alone anymore... he admitted softly staring at her with eyes that glowed like emeralds. just for one night, I want to feel human again. he admitted softly taking her hand in his, practically shivering at the contact. just one night. he pleaded, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her, his hand around her wrist, holding her tightly but not painfully. Whether he would let her go if she said no it was impossible to tell, but he was as desperate as she was for the comfort of touch, and while he wasn't a virgin, he didn't want to die without having sex one more time, without being able to hold someone, one more time.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Aurora looked him over, yet to have said a single word, and noted the frustration, the saddness, the rage in his demeanor. She noticed the tears the formed in his eyes, the flush that rose to his cheeks from the previous tantrum he had presented. It was obvious that before she walked in, he was haing quite the meltdown... A frowned crept across her lips as she made her way over to where he sat on the bed, head in his hands. Gently, she placed the wine and glasses over on his dresser and went to sit beside him. As he looked up at her with those big green eyes, her heart fluttered a little. She wasn't sure if it was from attraction or sympathy... They are monsters, she agreed, her voice no louder than a whisper. When he held her hand, she didn't move away. It was felt too good to touch another being with out it being harmful to deny it. Instead, she rellished in it as she looked him in te eyes while he spoke. His words made her shudder, knowing exactly what he meant. Part of her wanted to say no, to tell him it was not a good idea to be giving in to such awful temptation. That this was the first sign of coming to the awful realization that their time was coming to an end. However, his lips covered her's before she could protest. Sighing into the kiss, her body took over, trying to feed to her craving for human contact. She barely knew this boy, just now figured out his name, and she was giving in to their sexual desires. Why? Because she felt his pain. They were connected in a way that only fellow tributes could be subject to, and she could not deny this to him. She could not deny this to herself. Pulling back, Aurora looked deep into his eyes and frowned. My name is Aurora, she breathed, biting her lip out of habit. I... Are you sure? Swallowing, she reached up and wiped his eyes, hating that she thought so little of him before. He was so obviously hurt, and so was she. Her eyebrows creased, and suddenly she remembered how much she wished to be held by someone before... Well, before it was too late. I... I- I'm a virgin.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

he smiled a little as she kissed back, enjoying the sweet sensation that he so missed. He licked his lips a little and stood up, shedding his destroyed shirt before stroking her cheek. i have never been more sure of anything in my life... but are you? he asked, giving her a chance, one chance, to walk away, though they both knew neither would walk away from this without succumbing to their needs and wants. a virgin? he asked looking started before kissing her gently. i will be slow, and careful. he promised. He wanted to take her, hard and fast like an animal, to take out his rage on her slender body, but he wouldn't, it was not her fault that they where in this hell. He would offer her all the pleasure she deserved before she, and he died. He intended on taking his own life, holding his blade to his heart, and taking away the peoples pleasure of watching him die. It would ruin their games, his suicide, and he knew it. He took his time, undressing her gently, kissing her often, tangling his tongue with hers as he shredded the flimsy material that they used. Material like that would never have stood an hour out in the real world, he just tore her clothes off, and she didn't even have a scratch or a scrape to show for it. He gently spilled her onto the bed, kissing his way down her neck, pausing to suck there, but making sure to leave no mark before he traveled lower, kissing and suckling on each breast, leaving a lone of small hickeys along her sensitive flesh before stroking each nipple with his tongue, taking his time with each to show her the pleasures of her breasts. While he lavished her mounds with attention his hands trailed lower, stroking her ribs, across her hips, stroking down the tops of her thighs before traveling back up the inner, ticking the soft flesh as he grew hard in his passed pants, running his fingers slowly along her crotch. if you wish to stop, now would be the time to say. he whispered suddenly, his emerald eyes looking up at her again, licking his lips, waiting for her response. As soon as he had the go ahead he traveled lower, his fingers stroking along her lower lips and gently stroking the clit until his mouth was there, his hot breath ghosting over her flesh. He was a complicated fellow, everything he did seamed to contradict itself. He was so gentle with her despite how angry he was, and with every touch he gave her, he himself seamed to calm down, and even with how needy he was, he was... teasing her, giving her all the pleasure she deserved for her first time as his tongue finally snaked out and stroked along her flesh, stroking along her, teasing the clit for a long moment with the flesh of his hot, wet, warm tongue before it delved deep into her rubbing and tasting the never before touched places deep inside of her.