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It was daytime now—but Ghost could honestly care less. Curled up, the katt was nothing more than a large, furry black lump, his only sign of life the shuddering rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His eyes, bright the night before with nervous energy, were now tightly shut with exhaustion and soreness from his hike. The legs of his pressed khaki pants, ironed only a few hours before this all happened, were spattered with mud. None of the inns looked inviting in the part of town Ghost found himself wandering early that morning. Deterred, he decided he would have to fend for himself—something that came naturally to the feline—however, lying there on the steaming pavement, feeling the eyes of spectators burning holes in his back, Ghost could not help but feel lost and alone. His optimism was quickly dwindling away in this city with no limits. Shifting so that he curled up tighter, Ghost’s only wish now was to get some sleep. Perhaps that night, when the streets were not as crowded, he could make another attempt at figuring out where he was. He was beginning to drift off now. The low purr that rumbled in Ghost’s throat to sooth himself climaxed; his tail, once drawn close to his legs, relaxed and fell lazily into the sidewalk—directly into the path of a man who smelled of steel, blood, and hand-made soap. The katt’s eyes shot open. With a frantic yowl Ghost leaped into the air, claws extending to their full as he rounded on the man with a ferocity that could only come upon somebody who’s tail had just been trodden on. A split second later he lashed out with a swipe of his dangerous forepaws, aiming at the man’s face and neck.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 1:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 2:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:53 pm
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Through his fury, Ghost was able to get a good look at this man. He was dressed in a simple kimono, but slung along his side was a rather large and pointy-looking sword. If he didn’t know better, Ghost would’ve thought that this man was a samurai. Common sense tossed away this idea almost immediately. A samurai? Seriously now? …But then again, Ghost realized that he had just spent a night fleeing from a band of what he could’ve sworn were elves. Hmm. This raised new questions. Meanwhile, the man was reaching for something in his clothes. Ghost instinctively lowered himself closer to the ground, preparing himself to dodge any sharp object that was bound to be thrown at him; however, what came instead was a bag of something that smelled familiar and intoxicating. The threat neutralized, Ghost reached out and grabbed the package from the air, examining it with a cautious sniff. Nevertheless, he knew what it was long before he came into contact with it: catnip. What was this all about? Raising an eyebrow, Ghost shot a quizzical look towards the strangely-dressed man. ”…If you think I’m going to roll in this, you’re sorely mistaken,” he quipped, a sour edge to his voice as he gently caressed his throbbing tail. Ghost stole another longing glance at the catnip. It certainly would be nice if he could escape all his troubles, but, in the spirit of many of the humans, “drugs” were not the best outlet for his confusion. Instead, with a small titter of repugnance, he cast the bag aside near a dumpster; the herb spilled onto the sidewalk where his unsheathed claws unintentionally sliced the container. ”Now watch where you’re walking next time,” Ghost spat, his voice laced with bitterness for his swollen tail as sat back on the pavement, ”Some of us are trying to sleep.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 8:27 pm
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Takamura bowed to the cat as he heard it speak. "I am sorry for injuring you, if you would like I can mend your tail." he replied, seeing as how the animal didn't like the catnip. Takamura wasn't one to harm his enemies if he could get out of it, especially not feline ones. He would much rather resolve the fight peacefully than draw his katana, but here he found himself. He looked up again and sighed at the sheer size of the arena. He knew what awaited him was a place of death, a place where two men entered, one man left.
He turned back to the guard, his face now revealed, and smiled wryly. "So are you going to let me in?" he asked impatiently. The guard, still wide eyed and amazed at the Ronin's speed and flexibility, closed his mouth and nodded as he moved aside to allow the ronin to pass. Takamura reached into his obi and produced a single gold coin and, as he passed, placed it in the guards pocket, for a job well done.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 12:07 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 11:29 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 12:59 pm
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Ghost stared at his feet as the man replied; from somebody who looked gruff and, to be honest, rather angsty, he was unusually kind to him despite his signs of aggression. Despite this, Ghost was still sour. He did not look up until he heard the doors to the arena close. Then Ghost realized how stupid he’d just been. Shaking his head, the katt abruptly stood, looking determined. This man by no means was familiar, though he obviously wasn’t hostile, either; Ghost could almost sense the aura of esteem—no, power—that radiated from him. He was definitely the kind of person who had answers. And by attempting to splice his throat out, Ghost feared he had just made enemies with the very person who held the solution to his many problems that had gathered in this past day. He trailed quickly into the arena, his stride long and brisk with purpose. The guard opened his mouth to question him, but Ghost brushed past with little less than a mild growl in his chest. He would set things right the only way he knew how. Seeing the man standing at the main table, Ghost sidled up beside him, putting on a pleasant but stern smile. He slung his hands in his pockets. ”Sign me up,” ordered Ghost blandly, ”We can tag-team, can’t we? If we can, I’m pairing up with this guy.”
He wasn’t tired anymore.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 1:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 1:19 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:10 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 1:17 pm
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((Uh…well, it says so in his bio…xD He’s actually the first one on the 37th page—which, if I’m not mistaken, is the most recent page of bios. There’s even a picture? oO But to answer your question outright, Ghost stands at around 5’-ish and is bipedal, leaving his front paws open to grab things with his modified thumbs. He also wears khaki pants and a tie? I figured by frequently mentioning the fact that he wears pants, then the message would be direct enough. xD ))
Ghost’s shoulders slumped a little. No teams? That was rather disappointing—it kind of took away the whole point of entering this tournament in the first place. But then again… Ghost shifted his eyes toward the poster on the wall. On it was a dramatic picture of what looked to be a gladiator battling a giant reptile-like creature. Across the top was the announcement, and at the bottom the prize of…money. He blinked, cocking his head. Money? The currency here was unfamiliar, but for this sort of thing the amount must’ve been quite a lot. Ghost pondered this, as he now had two options: The first was to skip the tournament. This would allow him to continue to search the city, furthering his chances of finding Dustin, or at least somebody who knew where he was. However, Ghost knew that he would soon have to stop and rest, because he was already getting a little hungry, and though he was perfectly capable of hunting that would waste valuable time and energy. The second was to participate. If he won, then Ghost would get a large sum of money, which he could use to help him navigate the city, get a decent meal, find a good place to rest, and, if need be, use it to get information. If he lost, however, then he would be dead. Hmm. A short pause of thinking followed as Ghost weighed the choices. At last he decided, wearing the face of grim finality as well as reckless heroism. He would battle. ”Ghost Perkins,” the katt breathed, tail swishing with anticipation as he also signed, ”And please, I’m flattered. No title for now.” He turned towards the other competitor, holding out an oversized paw from his pocket. ”You say your name’s Takamura? Well it’s nice to meet you.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 3:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 6:19 pm
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Ghost frowned slightly, shoulder slumping as his gesture was ignored. He felt rather awkward and stupid; seeing as Takamura generally bowed to show his respect, Ghost realized that the idea of a “handshake” must’ve been a foreign concept. Looking at the floor, he quickly stuffed his paw back in his pocket, to which Takamura silently stalked off and began meditating. Which, thusly, brought up a good question: ”Say…” Ghost squinted as he got a better look at the boy’s nametag, his eyes not as sharp in the light, ”…’BillBob’…When exactly does this tournament thing start? I kinda, uh, have a busy schedule.” Ghost left out most of the details. He felt no need to explain his predicament to this random kid taking names, as he highly doubted he could help at all.
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