07-13-2018, 08:11 PM
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Rosemary usually stayed closer to the interior of the territory, but with the recent influx of injured joiners she'd taken to a more preemptive approach to dealing with them. After all, she ought to stay involved with the group - as much as her asocial self felt disgust that goal. Stronger than the disgust, though, she felt her repulsion at turning into a scatterbrained recluse like her mother. No, she wanted to stay lively, even though a chunk of her wanted nothing more than to curl into a corner and read books for the rest of her life.
Walking up from the other side, naturally approaching from the pirates' side, her four eyes converged on the strange creature. The other female certainly seemed intent on something, which made her different from the rest of the folks that usually visited her home - she had to bandage a few up on the beach, where they washed ashore. A quick scan of her eyes told her that, despite the others' crystal growths and dwarf height, there seemed little wrong with the tiger. Good, because she felt a bit tired of touching strangers simply because they injured themselves.
"What are you here for?" the ocelot asked, a quick flick of her forked tail punctuating the end of her question. If she felt unnerved by the other's larger size, she didn't show it; in truth, she wished she approached from above in the trees, but too late now. "I'm Rosemary Roux," she added, in case this tiger happened to be another Roux family member - sometimes she felt her late father, quite the manwhore in his days, left an infinite number of half-siblings for her to meet after his death.
Walking up from the other side, naturally approaching from the pirates' side, her four eyes converged on the strange creature. The other female certainly seemed intent on something, which made her different from the rest of the folks that usually visited her home - she had to bandage a few up on the beach, where they washed ashore. A quick scan of her eyes told her that, despite the others' crystal growths and dwarf height, there seemed little wrong with the tiger. Good, because she felt a bit tired of touching strangers simply because they injured themselves.
"What are you here for?" the ocelot asked, a quick flick of her forked tail punctuating the end of her question. If she felt unnerved by the other's larger size, she didn't show it; in truth, she wished she approached from above in the trees, but too late now. "I'm Rosemary Roux," she added, in case this tiger happened to be another Roux family member - sometimes she felt her late father, quite the manwhore in his days, left an infinite number of half-siblings for her to meet after his death.
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?