08-08-2018, 05:24 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
//retro injuries
goldenluxury enjoyed the bell. she certainly preferred to have it over having someone sit at the gate for hours waiting for somebody to pass by. it made things easier to grab their attention, at least. the girl had been a bit away, trying to learn how to use her electric elementals on her own. she'd rather do it away from others to avoid shocking them. she certainly was doing better, but they were still mostly out of control whenever she got too wet.
she still managed to arrive just after caesar, though, and would step silently beside vandal and sylvina, offering them a warm gaze. the girl's tired green eyes gave caesar a small glare, twitching his ears at his words. what an idiot. "nobody gives a damn what you are, caesar," she'd say blankly, rolling her eyes before turning towards the stranger.
the feline's harpy eagle sat upon her hind, seeming distracted by something in the distance. she offered the wolfdog a small smile, figuring he probably wasn't here to cause trouble as she waited for his response. most of the time people didn't ring the bell when they wanted to cause issues.
goldenluxury enjoyed the bell. she certainly preferred to have it over having someone sit at the gate for hours waiting for somebody to pass by. it made things easier to grab their attention, at least. the girl had been a bit away, trying to learn how to use her electric elementals on her own. she'd rather do it away from others to avoid shocking them. she certainly was doing better, but they were still mostly out of control whenever she got too wet.
she still managed to arrive just after caesar, though, and would step silently beside vandal and sylvina, offering them a warm gaze. the girl's tired green eyes gave caesar a small glare, twitching his ears at his words. what an idiot. "nobody gives a damn what you are, caesar," she'd say blankly, rolling her eyes before turning towards the stranger.
the feline's harpy eagle sat upon her hind, seeming distracted by something in the distance. she offered the wolfdog a small smile, figuring he probably wasn't here to cause trouble as she waited for his response. most of the time people didn't ring the bell when they wanted to cause issues.
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.