Topic: Carealot Down. The Corrupted Bears.

D-Bear

Date: 2014-03-01 18:30 EST
A tenament somewhere in Rhydin

"Christ, where'd I put my keys..." something jingles as paws root around on his person, pulling said portal openers from a hidden place. "Now I know why PTSD Bear wears his BDU pants. I can never find anything in my fur.."

A brown paw kicks the door shut behind him, keys are thrown onto a table just beside the door as D-Bear heads straight for small kitchen. "Anyone home?"

The door to the refrigerator is jerked open revealing a barren interior except for some take out boxes and a door full of Silvermark. "We need groceries, I call not it!" D-Bear takes a Mark from inside the door and shuts up the refrigerator. His destination' The couch and the television. Plunks himself down on the ripped and in need of replacement sofa, left hand disappearing below his fur just in front of his crotch.

D-Bear flicks through the channels idly, passing by Rhydin Rewind commercials, an add for the Post. He doesn't even let RNN, Rhydin News Network get more than two sentences about the Marketplace Bombing Incident counter. "Crap, crap, more crap."

The sound of jostling bed springs comes from deeper in the flat, making him shudder. "Sweet PerpMiz, Nympho Bear and Barfly are at it again." His thick thumb stamps down on the volume button, cranking it up to drown out the annoyance. "I'm Jack's Insomnia, someone shoot me.....with a large caliber round..."

Goth Bear

Date: 2014-03-01 19:04 EST
She was in the deepest darkest place she could be. Her room. Everything was black just like her soul. Oh how she hated life. She was laying on her bed listening to some The Cure while reading "The Tell Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe.

Over the sounds of Robert Smith's singing and her other roommates fighting she heard Douchey come home. A sigh as she lit up a clove cigarette. Leaving her literature and music she cracked open her door. Ignoring the other roommates she wanders into living room. A cloud of smoke that smells like cloves and darkness in her wake. She eyed Douchey for a moment before speaking up, "We're out of milk."

There wasn't a lot she cared about. But having enough calcium in her diet was one of those things. She eyed the television for a moment, "Stupid mainstream conformist trash..."

Disgust on her face before she moved to withdraw into the shadows and the darkness she called home once more.

D-Bear

Date: 2014-03-01 19:14 EST
"Well if you and Doormat Bear would lay off the milk shakes!" He calls after Goth as she goes back to her hole, er, ,room. A heavy sigh billows out of his mouth remembering the good times. Before Darkheart took down Carealot. A shift to look at a picture on the wall. Lionheart, Grumpy, and Tenderheart posing with big smiles. "What's this place done to us?"

"Conformist. Pfft...she didn't say that when I got her the box set of Chris Angel's MindFreak. She sang my flippin praises then..." Another click of the remote, settling on a rerun of Dueling Tonight on Rhydin Sports Network.

D-Bear

Date: 2014-03-04 17:45 EST
"Come on Nymphoheart" A plush paw smacks at her door as he pleads entry. "I just wanna talk, since when is that a problem?"

The odd sounds from within stop long enough for her sultry voice to come through from the other side. "Because D-Bag. I'm busy, come back in about an hour after I've cleaned up."

He knew what she meant by cleaned up. "Fine, you know where to find me when you're ready. Ran into Vulgarheart...he asked about getting the gang together..."

With a defeated sigh he turns and begins to trudge away from her door. Abruptly her door flies open. "Did you say gang" I can go down with that!"

"This is how it begins...." Doucheyheart mumbles and turns to look Nymphoheart....standing in the hallway in head to toe leather.