purring like a chainsaw >> wifey&wifey

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bear Keeni

Honestly I don’t know where I’m going.

The road is dusty and the wind has a bite to it and it sinks its teeth right through my long sleeve shirt, drawing up goose bumps all over my skin. I grumble and curse at myself for being stupid enough to think I didn’t need a jacket. I shake my arms so that the sleeves cover my hands and I hold onto the sleeve cuffs, blocking out the chill from my shirt as best I can. Really, of all the times to be stupid, it has to be the day when it feels like the fucking Arctic outside. I can already hear Vicky’s nagging voice in the back of my head: ”Bear! Get a coat on before you freeze to death!” My arms cross over my chest and I shove my hands up into my armpits in an attempt to keep my fingers warm, but in that I realize the hem of the shirt has drawn up and allowed a breeze to run up under it, chilling my torso. I grumble with great intensity and hunch over, failing to somehow magically lengthen the shirt so that the cold air will leave me alone. ”Oh for fuck’s sake.”

I come to a quick stop and unfold my arms in order to shove the hem of my shirt down into my pants, and in the process I see someone close out of the corner of my eye. As I’m tucking the tail of my shirt in I turn to see one of my brothers (of sorts) trailing behind me. It’s not any of the idiot boys – no, it’s Kitty. (Well, Kitty’s not actually his name, but we don’t know what else to call him and he’s always purring and acting like a cat so that’s what we call him.) I stop in my mumbling and grumbling and go over to him, reaching out and patting his head like I always do. I don’t know what the hell ever possessed him to start acting like a cat but it amuses me how in-character he is all the time with it. Even when I’ve peeked around a corner to spy on him (don’t tell him I do that, though) he’s still curled up with is arms and legs tucked underneath him, and I swear if he had a tail then the tip would be flicking back and forth, and if he had whiskers then they’d be twitching whenever he scrunched up his nose. He’s a good kid, he really is; I don’t remember exactly when he showed up, all I know is that it was right at dinnertime. (We’re so used to people just randomly stopping by or popping up for a while that I never thought anything of it when I dragged him off to the bathroom to wash his nasty paws hands first.) I’m glad he came when he did and I’m glad he’s stayed for so long. It’s nice to have someone that’s at least somewhat sane (or as sane as you can be when you act like a cat) staying in the household.

Kitty does his little purring things and I just grin, stroking his hair as if it’s fur. ”What the hell is wrong with you, kid?” I don’t mean it in a bad way, of course. He’s quite an oddity but he’s an unofficial Keeni so I love him all the same. ”Whatever it is, don’t ever change.” I scoff at myself. ”Kitty Calico, what an awful name. Why’d I even come up with that? Doesn’t matter. You don’t mind it, do you?”

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[анзие (Anz)]

We live in cities you'll never see on screen
Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run free
Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams
And you know, we're on each other's team

district six | male | twelve | leo legrand

Rumblerumblepurr...

Kit's eyes slide halfway shut when man-older-brother-Bear's fingers comb gently through his hair. There's honestly nothing quite like having his hair stroked (he feels so loved, so cared for). The petting makes him feel good-happy-wriggly and he wants more.

Kitty likes following people out. He hasn't been out in a while and wanted to stretch his legs but didn't want to go alone. Or at least, not without someone he wants to go with. He recalls seeing his girl-sisters leave the house earlier that day but he was too busy trying not to be seen by them to follow. And his other man-brothers usually don't pay him so much attention as man-Bear, who he hasn't really seen for a while. So when he saw Bear leave the house (he was surprised because he thought Bear was already gone away with Teddy-kitten-boy and girl-Vicky) he pounced - quite literally - on the chance to follow.

He does deserve a break from mousing, after all.

He's done a very good job in keeping the mice away, even if he says so himself. Not that he'd say anything. Think so to himself.

But he deserves a break.

(That, and Mother-not-cat is working. Kitty still can't shake off the memory of his first time tumbling into Mother-not-cat's room and seeing movements under the blanket on the scary-bad-bed, hearing sounds that might be angry-pain. He'd crept under the blankets - nobody wanted to cuddle him on that day so he resorted to Mother-not-cat - and was promptly and unceremoniously shoved out. ...But not before he saw things that shook his fear free to give him nightmares that had him hidden alone in a cupboard or under his not-so-bad-bed for nights and nights.)

Being so absorbed in his thoughts Kit hasn't noticed that good-man-Bear's hand has slowed by half a moment. Kit demandingly pushes his head into Bear's hand, giving him a look. Pet me properly! he wants to demand but it feels too good to have Bear's hand on his hair giving him all the love in the world.

His purr grows a little louder.

Bear has apparently been speaking, but the words take longer to filter into Kit's head. ”What the hell is wrong with you, kid? Whatever it is, don’t ever change. Kitty Calico, what an awful name. Why’d I even come up with that? Doesn't matter. You don’t mind it, do you?”

Kit rubs his head into Bear's hand, then turns to nuzzle into his palm. If he had a tail it would be twitching in the air - I'm crazy about you. He really is.

(And no, he doesn't mind, any name is better than the name from his past.)

He bites his man-brother's palm lightly, affectionately. (Maybe Bear has a treat for him, but does he really want a treat?) Kitty pulls away quite abruptly from man-Bear and takes a few steps away, giving the man an impatient look over his shoulder. It's cold and man-Bear's hand can only be warm on his cheek for so long.

Besides, there might be other people to pet him on their way to nowhere.

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ooc // Kitty sounds like he's on drugs omg.

[k!ah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii502/Kiahcat1/emmamamama_zps4fd02de4.png); background-position: top; background-repeat: repeat-x; background-color: c8ad9b; width: 360px; padding:0px; border: 8px solid #413E4A;] Alaska Summers Why was I here? Why wasn’t I at home, by the raging fire, by the heat? I didn’t know, but I knew that I didn’t want to be at home because of him. I hated him really, I hated the way he was such a pug, the way he had treated mother- it made me angry, so so angry. Don’t think about Alaska- happy thoughts, think of something that makes you smile. And I do, I think of the way my mother hair used to fly around her face when she leaned into the wind, I thought of her smile, her smile as bright as a thousand stars, her smile that would make people freeze to stare for a moment. He didn’t deserve her. No. Not at all. With a frustrated sigh I pull my jumper closer around my thin body, my eyes which usually were warm and friendly- hard and cold. Whenever I thought of him my whole world would drop below the surface of the earth, leaving me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I hated it, I hated being someone who could be dragged so low at the thought of one person- was that even normal? I didn’t know, but I was sure, so so sure, that it wasn’t. I had issues, I knew that, but so didn’t everyone? If they didn’t why would they be living here, and not in the Capitol where life seemed to perfect? The questions ran through my mind like an endless stream of words and it took all I had not to lash out at the closest wall to me. I just wanted a clear mind, I wanted my mind to be free, free from everything. I just wanted to be in there, me and my stupid thoughts about sheep or tomatoes but not my parents, not my family. Suddenly I am not walking and my eyes are closing my hands falling limply to my side. I take in a deep breath of lovely District 6 air air that tastes like it was a century old and try to push everything out of my mind. I have never been one for meditation before, but people have told me that it works, that thinking about nothing, taking in these deep ridiculous breathes would somehow, magically, rid my mind of any thoughts. Taking another breathe of pollution I let my left eye fall open slightly, taking a curious peak around me. I didn’t feel any different; my mind still raced with ridiculous questions and my body was still tense and uptight. “Fuck this shit.” I mumble before continuing my ‘peaceful’ walk down the quiet streets. My steps which had been soft and soundless were now harsh and loud, my body filled with emotions that made me want to throw up. What was wrong with me- What the fuck? My eyes screw up in question as I come across a man, maybe my age? Playing- patting- a young boys head. The kid didn’t seem to mind, actually he seemed to enjoy it thoroughly judged by the purr that filled his body. I watch as the child rubbed himself up against the man, almost- almost as though me cat one of those feral cat things. My face screws up and before I can stop myself rather harsh words are thrown in the direction of this odd couple. “What the fuck? What is wrong with- with that kid, and you- why are you encouraging this sort of screwed up behaviour?” I question him, my eyes as open as the disgusted look on my face. (ooc: Anzie your template thing wasnt really working, I'll explain when you come on ^^)