06-22-2018, 12:16 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie did think she was better than him. not because she thought of herself super highly, but simply because caesar is a jerk, and she is not. it's not hard to be better than caesar. his first response to her words sort of confused her. she didn't see how she personally was throwing a tantrum, but she wasn't going to ask right now. he certainly had more to say. she remained quiet as he spoke, disagreeing that crying over her papa made her weak. why should she bother hiding her emotions? she wasn't around any enemies who would have used it against her. "i listen just fine. just because i listen doesn't mean i have to follow." she didn't respect caesar enough to do as he says. she had more to say, but then mister jacob went and punched him. she was quite surprised by that, but seeing him do that was very...pleasant.
everyone was out to get the yellow boy at this point. perhaps he would learn his lesson one day, but that day was not today. he was trying to blame mister jacob for this and she was not having it. "it's not his fault that nobody found papa! he was in a completely different territory." she hissed now, standing up. she still didn't move, though. her angered expression turned slightly sad. "i was sleeping right next to him when it started. i-i could have helped him stop it right there, but i was asleep. it's not mister jacob's fault that i was asleep." her voice grows quieter the more she speaks. she wishes she hadn't been asleep. mister jacob probably hates her now.
everyone was out to get the yellow boy at this point. perhaps he would learn his lesson one day, but that day was not today. he was trying to blame mister jacob for this and she was not having it. "it's not his fault that nobody found papa! he was in a completely different territory." she hissed now, standing up. she still didn't move, though. her angered expression turned slightly sad. "i was sleeping right next to him when it started. i-i could have helped him stop it right there, but i was asleep. it's not mister jacob's fault that i was asleep." her voice grows quieter the more she speaks. she wishes she hadn't been asleep. mister jacob probably hates her now.
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.