07-05-2018, 09:00 PM
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Growing aware of the gathering group, with a strange smelling stranger the curious object at the center, the pale ocelot found her way over to stand with the rest of the pirates. Unaware of the ranking squabble dialogue, she remained cool-headed and capable of curbing her dislike for Caesar. Perhaps there would come another time for her to give him an impromptu mud bath.
Flicking her forked tail, she narrowed her main pair of eyes at Shiro with obvious apathetic curiosity - as though he were some exotic mouse she wanted to catch. Quietly, she moved to stand behind Pincher's shoulder, her pawsteps nearly silent. Odd and unusual scents seemed to proliferate from Shiro's location, as though someone soaked a steel blade in fruit punch. Her auxiliary eyes atop her head drifted to the commander's bag for a moment, as she flexed her claws and stopped herself from impulsively trying to steal and rip it apart.
If the officers were apathetic and Pincher pissed off, then Rosemary could simply be described as... curious. But curiosity often came with danger; especially with the object of her interest. Rosemary liked to take things apart to figure out how they worked, and that often ended badly for sensitive things like living creatures. "If it wasn't obvious, our leader happens to be the angry doberman beside me," she interjected with a quick glance of her right eye to point out her half-brother, in case Shiro needed even more assistance.
Flicking her forked tail, she narrowed her main pair of eyes at Shiro with obvious apathetic curiosity - as though he were some exotic mouse she wanted to catch. Quietly, she moved to stand behind Pincher's shoulder, her pawsteps nearly silent. Odd and unusual scents seemed to proliferate from Shiro's location, as though someone soaked a steel blade in fruit punch. Her auxiliary eyes atop her head drifted to the commander's bag for a moment, as she flexed her claws and stopped herself from impulsively trying to steal and rip it apart.
If the officers were apathetic and Pincher pissed off, then Rosemary could simply be described as... curious. But curiosity often came with danger; especially with the object of her interest. Rosemary liked to take things apart to figure out how they worked, and that often ended badly for sensitive things like living creatures. "If it wasn't obvious, our leader happens to be the angry doberman beside me," she interjected with a quick glance of her right eye to point out her half-brother, in case Shiro needed even more assistance.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?