07-13-2018, 08:10 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
the injured girl was wandering around the territory for now. not to collect things, but just for the sake of wandering around. she was starting to collect too many things at this point and needed to move onto actually making things. but, she didn't have enough ideas at the moment, so she figured walking around could help her think. or at least, give her something else to do. she wanted to help around as much as she could, after all.
she had heard a soft voice speak up and that's what had brought her over, the injured girl struggling over as she stumbled towards them. she got close just in time to hear the male's introduction, her stance off-balance and legs weak. her tired green eyes blinked to the male, a small smile forming on her burned and clawed features. a joiner. they've been having lots of those lately. "you have to go through the toughest challenge of your life!" the child said with a teasing, spooky voice, giggling softly. "no, you really just have to ask. though, there is an entrance ritual. nice to meet you, roman! my name's goldenluxury roux, but everybody just calls me goldie."
she had heard a soft voice speak up and that's what had brought her over, the injured girl struggling over as she stumbled towards them. she got close just in time to hear the male's introduction, her stance off-balance and legs weak. her tired green eyes blinked to the male, a small smile forming on her burned and clawed features. a joiner. they've been having lots of those lately. "you have to go through the toughest challenge of your life!" the child said with a teasing, spooky voice, giggling softly. "no, you really just have to ask. though, there is an entrance ritual. nice to meet you, roman! my name's goldenluxury roux, but everybody just calls me goldie."
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.