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FEAR LEADS TO ANXIETY | O, JOINING

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roy grumbled beneath his breath as he made his way through the crowd. "of fucking course, this place is crowded...of all the things...piece of shit...fuck..." it earned him some looks from passerbys but between making sure that no one accidentally bumped into him (apparently, small people aren't fucking existent or considered) and that no one tried to pick his pockets, the looks were easily ignored. wasn't there supposed to be a welcoming committee, or something? he felt so welcomed. truly. his heart was so warm, it could just burst into flames and fly right of his chest. if only.

the boy stopped in place once he finally reached the costco building, bodies moving on all sides of him while voices rose and fell, shouts and cries piercing the air. through amber eyes, he peered up at it, unimpressed. if he was going to be staying, then he had to get used to it. that wouldn't be too hard, though, considering...well, everything.

roy's frown deepened further and as he made his way inside the building. did no one really stop him on the way in? what the hell. did this place even have security? how was this an actual high-functioning group?

//the next thing you know, roy is ambushed by secret ninjas. anyway hello, hello, i'm bringing my anger child here
fear might be the death of me
woodsy

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WOLF BITE
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09-06-2017, 10:17 PM
[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]The Costco was well secured, fortified with tall walls made of wood and steel. It was the best they could provide, so far it kept all of the thugs out from the warehouse. Though, seeing someone enter casually caused the already uptight leader to tense, following behind him as quietly as he possibly could. He reached his arm outward, attempting to grab the boy roughly by his shoulder to spin him around. "Has no one ever told you to never just waltz in to someone's home?"

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Advay.
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09-06-2017, 10:21 PM
[align=center][size=8pt]"Stop," came the harsh snap from Advay, though it was muffled compared to the other sounds of trade. HE was so damned busy he'd missed this guy coming through the crowd almost entirely. His green eyes flickered over the smaller man. Advay himself was six foot, about, and looked bulkier than he actually was, concidering all the layers of clothing. The red hair made him tense, but despite that, he wouldn't comment on it. Short was not tall. Short was not built like a brick shit house. This guy wasn't Moksha, so there was no need to get all anxious about it, he warned himself.

He'd had to hurry to catch up with the guy, and since it was the mid-day rush when people tended to arrive from the lonerlands for trade, and some of the other members showed up for food, it was rather busy, though in reality, no more than a fourth of the people outside were actually apart of the Northstar; or at least, they weren't people who helped Advay out notably. Not that Advay complained or did anything about it...

Three dogs soon flanked their alpha, a tan husky named Atlantis, a chow named Africa, and a Samoyed named Aruba. The three stared silently at Roy for along moment, before the Husky, Atlantis, barked. Advay stiffened as Wolfbite shot in, taking far more initiative than Advay would have been able to. While Wolfbite immediately went for the throat, his own hand was stuck inside one of the layers in his many clothes, holding onto a skinning knife; he didn't carry much else on him. These new protocols made him nervous for his dogs...

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FEAR LEADS TO ANXIETY | O, JOINING
roy v.
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09-05-2017, 04:14 AM (This post was last modified: 09-05-2017, 04:18 AM by roy v..)
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