07-03-2018, 05:38 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
due to her injuries, she was trapped in the submarine. it was a nice, comforting place, and it was certainly giving her relaxation that she had dangerously been in need of. but, it still killed her on the inside. she hated not knowing what was going or being able to help out her cremates. missing the meeting had certainly put a damper on her mood this morning. she had gained back enough strength to barely walk outside of the submarine, and that was certainly not enough for her to make it to the meeting. so, she had decided to do something this morning to take her mind off of it. she would ask her papa all about it as soon as he returned.
she decided to start working on another map for papa. she loved to make him presents, and she knew how much he loved maps, so she hoped it would make him happy that she'd bring more to his collection. this particular one was of an island she decided to make up. as she worked, she had noticed the weather growing more and more strange, but figured it must just be a stormy morning. nothing to worry about for now, so long as everyone found shelter. she had never experienced anything worse than a storm, so she didn't really know what to expect more than that. it was getting quite loud, though. perhaps she should be a bit concerned.
she noticed her papa's familiar sounds as he approached the submarine, getting ready to ask how the meeting went. that was, until she heard him call out orders. she could only faintly make them out, as he was still a bit farther away. head to the tempest? she gave a confused frown, setting aside her art supplies and making a wobbly attempt to sit up. she would only ask him one question as he entered the submarine. "what's going on?"
she, personally, wouldn't have anything to take with her. besides perhaps the accessories she owned - but she was already wearing them. the blue feather her papa had found for her and the nice bracelet and necklace roxanne had made were already on her body, due to the fact they meant a lot to her. it made her feel nice to wear them. she would bedisappointed to hear that she would be losing all of her presents she'd been preparing for others, though.
she decided to start working on another map for papa. she loved to make him presents, and she knew how much he loved maps, so she hoped it would make him happy that she'd bring more to his collection. this particular one was of an island she decided to make up. as she worked, she had noticed the weather growing more and more strange, but figured it must just be a stormy morning. nothing to worry about for now, so long as everyone found shelter. she had never experienced anything worse than a storm, so she didn't really know what to expect more than that. it was getting quite loud, though. perhaps she should be a bit concerned.
she noticed her papa's familiar sounds as he approached the submarine, getting ready to ask how the meeting went. that was, until she heard him call out orders. she could only faintly make them out, as he was still a bit farther away. head to the tempest? she gave a confused frown, setting aside her art supplies and making a wobbly attempt to sit up. she would only ask him one question as he entered the submarine. "what's going on?"
she, personally, wouldn't have anything to take with her. besides perhaps the accessories she owned - but she was already wearing them. the blue feather her papa had found for her and the nice bracelet and necklace roxanne had made were already on her body, due to the fact they meant a lot to her. it made her feel nice to wear them. she would bedisappointed to hear that she would be losing all of her presents she'd been preparing for others, though.
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.