07-20-2018, 08:39 AM
ROSEMARY ROUX
The ocelot approached, warily watching as Atbash announced this strangely unforeseen news - usually when a political upheaval happened, undercurrents within the group prompted the change. Yet, as the ocelot heard the angry retorts from her fellow pirates, she understood this decision seemed to have come on suddenly, like a one-sided breakup. She tilted her head to the left as she regarded Atbash, analyzing the timid leader's aura with her cold gaze. An explosion of orange, not unlike fireworks, radiated out of the savannah's aura; clearly, she felt almost terrorized by the Typhoon. Glancing at Pincher and the rest of the pirates, she frowned slightly.
But Goldie spoke her conclusion right as she got to it, as the pale ocelot remembered that Caesar caused a bit of an issue - back before Jacob quit leadership. Turning her eerie four-eyed gaze back to Atbash, the soothsayer regarded the leader with a frigid stare, as though Rosemary were looking at puppy pissing itself rather than someone higher ranked. "If you make all your leadership decisions based on this pathetic fear, then I'm glad you dropped the alliance before we saw your yellow belly in battle," the spotted wildcat stated, her words caustic and popping against her monotone drawl.
But Goldie spoke her conclusion right as she got to it, as the pale ocelot remembered that Caesar caused a bit of an issue - back before Jacob quit leadership. Turning her eerie four-eyed gaze back to Atbash, the soothsayer regarded the leader with a frigid stare, as though Rosemary were looking at puppy pissing itself rather than someone higher ranked. "If you make all your leadership decisions based on this pathetic fear, then I'm glad you dropped the alliance before we saw your yellow belly in battle," the spotted wildcat stated, her words caustic and popping against her monotone drawl.
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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?