08-01-2018, 06:34 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie tried her best to walk around the railroad gate as much as possible nowadays. there were many important things that happened there and they only seemed to be happening more and more often, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad. more crewmates is generally a good thing in her eyes, even if she was slower and still working on catching up with everything. luckily, though, she was getting back into it. there were no more set backs, after all. her illness had practically gone away and her injuries proved little problems anymore as they were almost healed, besides maybe her third-degree burns on her back - those were still bandaged. things were getting better.
indeed, the girl felt quite content. she still felt the anxiety of being away from her papa and the rest of her family for too long, and she still panicked and couldn't sleep because of it, and she still felt like she wasn't ever doing enough, but things were getting better. she had made others happy when she gave out presents, and mister dad and papa were getting married, and she wasn't so injured or sick anymore. everything was going pretty swell, and she was happy to really get back to work.
the girl was drawn by the familiar sound from the gate, her tired eyes searching for who may have caused the noise. she was slightly surprised to find a small stranger and her tired eyes looked towards the female curiously. "hiya," she'd say casually, offering a small smile. lynn, her harpy eagle, landed on her head, eyeing the female. "what brings ya to the typhoon?"
indeed, the girl felt quite content. she still felt the anxiety of being away from her papa and the rest of her family for too long, and she still panicked and couldn't sleep because of it, and she still felt like she wasn't ever doing enough, but things were getting better. she had made others happy when she gave out presents, and mister dad and papa were getting married, and she wasn't so injured or sick anymore. everything was going pretty swell, and she was happy to really get back to work.
the girl was drawn by the familiar sound from the gate, her tired eyes searching for who may have caused the noise. she was slightly surprised to find a small stranger and her tired eyes looked towards the female curiously. "hiya," she'd say casually, offering a small smile. lynn, her harpy eagle, landed on her head, eyeing the female. "what brings ya to the typhoon?"
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.