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Metropolis Music Festival

“One carrot juice and vodka, coming right up!”

“Thank you very much.” The young Mobian rabbit turned from the outdoor bar to survey all before her. Today was the beginning of the much anticipated music festival. The “Festival of Peace” or so they were calling it. One year of freedom, one year of one dead rotten egg.

Fools.

Prolific men like Eggman did not up and die quietly. There were contingency plans on contingency plans, back-ups and traps and- well, suffice to say she did not believe that the Eggman was dead at all. No, that crazy human was holed up somewhere, biding his time for the most opportune moment to reveal himself. It would happen. The only real questions were when and where.

Origami had been doing research since the day he ‘died’, trying to puzzle out just that. All sorts of people had contacted her persona; from the military to some more shadier aspects. All of them wanted to know one thing: Where was Eggman?

Sadly, that was money lost. Origami didn’t know, though Kijani had as many crack theories as the next person. What she wouldn’t give to actually know…

Still, a party was a party, and Kijani loved a party. She accepted her drink from the Mobian bear running the bar, and took a careful sip through the straw. It was good; they didn’t skimp on the liquor. She paid, tipped heavily and waded into the crowds, wondering just what this day was going to bring to the table.
*cracks knuckles* I'll see what I can come up with in the next few days.
If you're a night person, I can see how peaceful that could be.



Just realized I never moved this.
“…” Jinny let out the tiniest huff of air at his question. She didn’t want to talk about it. Mostly because she wasn’t fully sure how to discuss what she had in her head. But still, she would try.

“It’s not about the rabbit. The rabbit is dead and we’re probably going to eat it. That’s already done.” She frowned, pinky fingernail being nibbled at.

“I figured out why I don’t have friends. Its because I’m like this, right?” She still wasn’t looking at him. “Because dead rabbits don’t bother me.” She huffed again, trying to gather her wayward thoughts into something concrete. It was proving difficult.

“I guess people can tell when you aren’t like them, even if you don’t say so. Maybe I act different. I don’t know.” She sighed, her slender shoulders slumping. “I really don’t like it, Uncle. It means I’m going to be alone, right?”

She could feel her eyes filling up with tears, but was trying very hard not to cry.

“Part of me thought that it might be good, because then people can’t be taken away if I don’t have them. But that just kind of makes my tummy hurt. I don’t want to be alone forever.”

Looking up slowly, she asked the sort of blunt question only a kid could. “Are you alone, too? Have you always been alone?”
Having a short work week sounds nice. But I don't think I could do a 12 hour shift.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, Devika started to gussy up her thick curls, not quite looking Roxy in the face. "Are you okay?" She had a feeling that the answer was 'no'. But she knew by now that Roxy wasn't going to admit that, even to her.

"You looked a little pale back there. You know me, I'm just checking on you." She half turned, giving Roxy a gentle smile.

"Of course it its something simple, like you ate too much, you can tell me." Was that an out, perhaps? Devika offered up the potential lie like an olive branch. Maybe that would put Roxy at ease. The mere fact that Devika would accept a lie, if it meant Roxy understood she wasn't alone.

"The first time I ate here, I overdid it, and I paid for it the next day."
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I tried so hard not to use it but the internet is short dark skinned anime dudes.


This is true. It's why I have to resort to dollmakers.
character sheet:
appearance: Black hair, warm brown skin, brown eyes. Quite short and decently muscled. Looks very much like her late mother.


name: Jinayah

age: 17

bio(optional): As the youngest of four, Jinayah has enjoyed some degree of freedom. She is a strange sort of princess, well-known for demanding boys' clothes since she was old enough to express it. While she will wear gowns on formal occasions, most of the time she can be found in specially tailored tunics and pants, down at target practice. Her mother passed on due to sudden illness, which may be part of the reason she is allowed her freedoms and odd habits.

role in the story: Princess to be married off, I suppose.

other(optional): I will try to make something with her 'boy' clothes as soon as I can.
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Also @vampiretwilight How what? o.o I'm confused
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