Beastopian Tails- Reset

[The Past]

Name: Geoffrey Noah
Species: Bear
Initial dream: To do something good.
Background summary: A creative with finicky motivation, Geoff spent year after boring year as a computer-addicted leech excessively sheltered at his father's house. In a sudden burst of determination, he finally hauled himself to the city to be productive for once in his life.

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Standing in front of the City Hall, the cinnamon bear stared down at his ID with a grin he constantly failed to neutralize. His eyes traced every detail printed on its face, cautiously certified every letter of information, begrudgingly accepted the portrait that looked just a little off, and finally peered up to the bustling street, only to return to the card once again. The entire preparation for this day kept his heart pumping with happiness and utter shock. Any normal person wouldn't be so shook up, surely, and there was no doubt in his mind that the casual observers noticed and internally mocked his awkward behavior, but he was on a roll with no time to dwell on his own naive foolery. He was terrified, hadn't slept well in however-long, and had no idea what he was doing, yet he had never felt so free in his twenty-three years of life.
He fished out his wallet and gave the card another quick look-through before slipping it into the clear pocket, then giving it yet another look before clapping the wallet shut and stuffing it back in his pocket. He adjusted the bag straps tugging at his shoulders and headed off to his new apartment.

[Hunter568]

Feeling well-rested and ready to start the day properly, Hunter awoke from his nap and stretched. He noted with regret that his one nice pair of clothes was now wrinkled and in need of pressing, due to his rash decision to fall asleep without changing. He pulled out of the only three shirts he owned from his briefcase and changed into it, hanging his dress shirt and jacket on a hanger. It looked like the first order of business would be a visit to the dry cleaner's to get rid of these unsightly wrinkles.


With the hanger flung over his right shoulder, Hunter stepped out into the hall and locked his new apartment's door. As he walked down the hall towards the front entrance of the apartment complex, he noticed a cinnamon-pelted bear entering the doors with a barely-concealed grin on his face and an overstuffed bag on his back.


"Hello there!" Hunter called in greeting. "Are you moving in today as well?"

[The Past]

Geoff nodded to his apparent new neighbor. "Yep, sure am, heh," he chuckled, voice wobbling a tad.

[Hunter568]

Hunter smiled warmly and extended a friendly handshake.


"Nice to meet you neighbor! Allow me to introduce myself: Hunter Karloff, Esq. at your service!" he declared.

[The Past]

Geoff accepted the handshake, though surprised by the enthusiastic greeting. Normally he'd be more intimidated, but his roll wasn't finished just yet.
"Geoffrey Noah," the bear replied, not quite as confidently but smiling just as well.

[Hunter568]

Hunter nodded. "Good to meet you, Mr. Noah. I'm afraid I can't stay and talk too long, gotta get to the dry cleaner's." He punctuated that remark by flourishing the clothes he carried with him.  "However, I always make an effort to get to know my neighbors a bit. Just how I was raised. Would you be interested in sharing a pizza for dinner tonight? I've got to check in at the district court downtown and run a few errands after my dry cleaning, so I could pick one up while I'm out." Hunter flashed another friendly grin at Geoffrey.

[lightstone]

when Light was walking down the hall to get to work he saw Hunter talking to another furr, a bear! "hey, whos the new guy?" Light said

[The Past]

"Sure, sounds good!" Geoff chirped. He then turned to Light. "Oh hey, I'm Geoffrey. Just moved in." He hesitated for a second or two, recollecting where his place was.
 "Heh, well, you guys have a good day."
He then shuffled off to his apartment.

Once inside, the bear quickly set down his bags and paced about in thought. It was the cheapest apartment they had; small, minor damage, and unfurnished aside from appliances. In truth, he had no job yet, but had enough money saved up to keep the place until he finds one. He wasn't too bothered about the emptiness. Once he was earning and saving, he'll have this place fixed up. His own little home, all to himself, free to do whatever he pleased. The reality of it dazed him. A little worm in his brain was squeaking disapproval, that he jumped in half-cocked and was biting off more than he could chew. He ignored it. No turning back now.

So, he had pizza to look forward to, if he could manage being awake then. Come to think of it, he hadn't eaten much the whole time he was setting all this up. Normally food was always on his mind, but he was so concerned with happenings he barely had an appetite. He certainly did now and could use today's spare time to stock his kitchen, but he was far too exhausted to go back out in public. He opted to pull his blanket from his backpack and curl up to sleep.

[lightstone]

i sure hope you have a good day too, light said and walked to work

[Hunter568]

By the time Hunter finally arrived back at the apartment with pizza and several bags of groceries, the city was drowning in the orange half-light of late evening, and shadows were starting to lengthen into full-blown darkness. He was beat from spending the whole day running around on various errands, yet he still carried a spring in his step. Today he had officially registered himself as a practicing attorney in Beastopia, and his visit to the courthouse left him more excited than ever about starting his new life here. That, and he was hopeful about the prospect of making some good friends over dinner.


Hunter was almost at the steps leading up to the apartment building's entrance when he caught a shadow out of the corner of his eye. Someone or something moving quickly through his peripheral vision, gone when he looked around frantically. Suddenly, Hunter was aware that he was living in more dangerous environment now than he ever had before. Back in his hometown, it wasn't risky to walk home alone at night, but here in the concrete jungle of Beastopia he might be making himself vulnerable to muggings.


Now was not the time to ponder that, however. Hunter sped up his pace considerably, and rocketed inside the apartment complex.


Once inside, he deftly put the prospect of danger out of his mind. After laying out the pizza on a table in his kitchen, he called down the hall for Light and Geoff.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray made his way outside, but stopped on the sidewalk. To him, the city loomed, pulsed and swayed. He shook his head, and went to speak to the nearest individual. Ray nearly screamed as the faceless, jittery creature reached to touch him, and the raccoon ran back into the complex. He ran up the stairs, scrabbled as he stumbled on the last few, ran into his apartment and slammed the door shut. The picture he had fumbled with before fell to the floor, the glass shattering on impact.

[The Past]

Geoff had woken up not long ago, blanket draped over his shoulders as he doodled on his electronic drawing tablet. Upon hearing his name called, he quickly put it in sleep mode and began heading out. He halted just in front of the door as the sudden slamming and shattering glass echoed the halls.

"Jeez," he muttered to himself before cautiously stepping out and walking to Hunter's apartment.

[lightstone]

light returned from work look exausting

[Hunter568]

Hunter started in surprise as somebody raced past him frantically, upsetting the picture on the little table in the hallway and causing it to plummet to the floor and shatter into a million pieces.


He managed to process this fact just as the hurried, unkown raccoon bolted inside a room and slammed the door with a bang.


Hunter stepped fully into the hallway, still somewhat dazed, and glanced down at the glass shards that the stranger had left in his wake.


He figured he ought to call maintenance about that. However, he felt more obligated at that moment to check on the neighbor of his that had obviously fled to his room in a panic about something. Hunter cautiously stepped towards the stranger's door and gave a tentative knock.


"Sir? Are you alright in there?" He called.

[Rayleonarde]

"Go away! You're not real!" Came the fearful and deranged shouts. Ray had placed a his bag against the door, and held a table leg over his head. "You're not real...y-you're not real." Ray swayed gently on his feet, before slowly lowering himself down to the floor and and falling asleep, muttering quietly.