08-06-2018, 12:02 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
her shaking body let out small, pained coughs as she tried to figure out what to do next. her cries became weak weeps as she tried to hide them, to hold them back. she was in so much pain and she was terrified, and that was clear, but she wanted to hide it. she wanted to hide the agonizing feelings. she didn't want anyone to see or to worry, but she couldn't do anything about it now. so, she gently wept.
she could sense a presence arrive, though it felt distant through the pain, up until she grew right next to her and began to speak. rosemary's words would cause her to tense slightly, simply because this meant she may need to start lying now. she paused before responding, wanting to be sure she chose the right words. any wrong choice could lead to consequence. "i-i wa-was att-attacked," she uttered, not explaining by who or what. hopefully they wouldn't ask. she didn't want to lie. she really didn't.
the girl felt awful. she had promised to not get hurt so often, and now she did this. she hadn't known it was going to happen. she had just wanted to see the future, to get confirmation or denial that she was doing the right things. she had just wanted to know if she was making the right choices, but it was clear now she made the wrong one, and if she did it again, everyone would pay for it.
she remained quiet, other than the small weeping sounds she let out. lynn held a protective stance near the girl, though stayed out of the way of the others since he trusted all of them. as more arrived, her breaths would grow sharper for a moment, only making a slight change upon hearing fischer's words. she wondered why rosemary wanted fire. "tr-tryna' get m-me b-burned ag-gain?" she joked slightly, though with her pained, scared voice it didn't come off as light-hearted as she'd like.
goldie frowned, closing her eyes from the pain. "i-i can-can't fff-feel m-my legs v-very well," she tried to explain softly. she didn't know why she couldn't feel them - they hadn't been attacked. she didn't know much about the spine at all. all she knew was that it was hard to move.
she could sense a presence arrive, though it felt distant through the pain, up until she grew right next to her and began to speak. rosemary's words would cause her to tense slightly, simply because this meant she may need to start lying now. she paused before responding, wanting to be sure she chose the right words. any wrong choice could lead to consequence. "i-i wa-was att-attacked," she uttered, not explaining by who or what. hopefully they wouldn't ask. she didn't want to lie. she really didn't.
the girl felt awful. she had promised to not get hurt so often, and now she did this. she hadn't known it was going to happen. she had just wanted to see the future, to get confirmation or denial that she was doing the right things. she had just wanted to know if she was making the right choices, but it was clear now she made the wrong one, and if she did it again, everyone would pay for it.
she remained quiet, other than the small weeping sounds she let out. lynn held a protective stance near the girl, though stayed out of the way of the others since he trusted all of them. as more arrived, her breaths would grow sharper for a moment, only making a slight change upon hearing fischer's words. she wondered why rosemary wanted fire. "tr-tryna' get m-me b-burned ag-gain?" she joked slightly, though with her pained, scared voice it didn't come off as light-hearted as she'd like.
goldie frowned, closing her eyes from the pain. "i-i can-can't fff-feel m-my legs v-very well," she tried to explain softly. she didn't know why she couldn't feel them - they hadn't been attacked. she didn't know much about the spine at all. all she knew was that it was hard to move.
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.