08-06-2018, 12:15 AM
[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Hearteyes had arrived to the meeting earlier than she had last time, weaving through the small crowd until she was close to the front, eager to watch the Astral Seraph hash out his announcements. She perked up when Bastilleprisoner brought up the subject of buddy groups, smiling when her name was brought up. Cool! Now she had a group to tag along with - hopefully they got along well. Suiteheart, René, and Texas. She could remember that! She twists in her spot to survey the crowd, hoping to catch sight of the members she was now in a group with. They would have to meet up somewhere, to get to know each other. Team bonding was important.
Her attention starts to wonder as the meeting goes on, but she brightens when she hears her name again. Wow! A shout out to her - that was awesome. Bastilleprisoner had mentioned her in the last meeting, too, when she had joined. He was good at keeping track of his clanmates, it seemed. The molly can't help but beam, hazy pink eyes scrunching.
It's immediately wiped away at the sound of Imperia's voice, the panic in her tone gripping Hearteyes like a vice. Something is wrong. A lot of things have been going wrong lately. The Observer almost screams when the lights burst above their heads, ducking her head and scrambling for cover. What was going on? Darkness suddenly surrounds the group like a quilt, and it makes her fur stand on end. The phantom song of a siren in the distance only strengthens her fear, breath catching in her lungs. What's - What's going on? This is scary, I don't like it. What's going on?" She barely notices her rambling, words repeating after themselves in her rush to get them out.
Her attention starts to wonder as the meeting goes on, but she brightens when she hears her name again. Wow! A shout out to her - that was awesome. Bastilleprisoner had mentioned her in the last meeting, too, when she had joined. He was good at keeping track of his clanmates, it seemed. The molly can't help but beam, hazy pink eyes scrunching.
It's immediately wiped away at the sound of Imperia's voice, the panic in her tone gripping Hearteyes like a vice. Something is wrong. A lot of things have been going wrong lately. The Observer almost screams when the lights burst above their heads, ducking her head and scrambling for cover. What was going on? Darkness suddenly surrounds the group like a quilt, and it makes her fur stand on end. The phantom song of a siren in the distance only strengthens her fear, breath catching in her lungs. What's - What's going on? This is scary, I don't like it. What's going on?" She barely notices her rambling, words repeating after themselves in her rush to get them out.
[align=center][font=arial][b][i]— INACTIVE CHARACTERS.
[hearteyes, clancy.]
[hearteyes, clancy.]