06-23-2018, 03:48 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]
since papa was found dead, it was no secret the girl was constantly followed by her brother. she didn't mind, though. she appreciated blue. but, tonight, she would rather be alone. she didn't like to be constantly around others, as it was just tiring, even if they weren't really talking all the time. it was quite early when she decided to wander off by herself. she just wanted to be alone right now. not to cry, or to even really think, but just to be alone. to relax by herself for a little while.
normally she would go to the beach to relax, but she couldn't stop thinking about her papa whenever she stepped onto the sand. so, instead, she would travel into the jungle. it was more secluded, anyway. she could hang out in the bushes if she wished, not that she was necessarily putting in any effort to be stealthy. she simply walked by herself in the foliage quietly, listening to the animals around her while she stared at the ground.
since papa was found dead, it was no secret the girl was constantly followed by her brother. she didn't mind, though. she appreciated blue. but, tonight, she would rather be alone. she didn't like to be constantly around others, as it was just tiring, even if they weren't really talking all the time. it was quite early when she decided to wander off by herself. she just wanted to be alone right now. not to cry, or to even really think, but just to be alone. to relax by herself for a little while.
normally she would go to the beach to relax, but she couldn't stop thinking about her papa whenever she stepped onto the sand. so, instead, she would travel into the jungle. it was more secluded, anyway. she could hang out in the bushes if she wished, not that she was necessarily putting in any effort to be stealthy. she simply walked by herself in the foliage quietly, listening to the animals around her while she stared at the ground.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.