08-17-2018, 08:37 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
given her situation, perhaps it would make more sense for her to stay within the submarine. it certainly would be less taxing on her physical health. she had tried to rest a little bit, and this time she didn't even feel any better after that attempt, but she couldn't help it. she needed to keep moving. there was something going on and no one else knew about it. no one else knew, but they were in danger. all because of her and her stupid mistakes.
she could not tell anyone. she could not reveal what she was truly doing to anyone. she could not tell anyone of the potential threat. the only way to keep them safe would be for her to just remain quiet and do as decius says. or, at least, do as the male says until she is able to take care of him herself. he told her exactly what would happen if she didn't.
goldenluxury had considered staying inside, isolating herself. perhaps that would be the safest option. that way there was no possibility of accidentally slipping up around anyone, and that way she could heal faster. but, call her crazy, she did not trust decius' warning. she did not trust he wouldn't hurt somebody just because she did just as he said. she needed to did not. she needed to check up on everyone. she needed to make sure he did not kill deldrach. she needed to make sure no one was hurt.
that was why she pushed herself onward. she needed to move.
seeing a crowd usually is what drew over goldie, however the added scent of her papa between the rest is what lead the girl to force herself over quicker. her legs shook, dragging close to the ground as she clearly struggled towards them, pain apparent in her expression. it hurt to walk, but she had to do it. there was so much going on. the way she sees it, she has no other choice.
the girl does immediately feel a bit of relief by the presence of her papa, a strong warmth, only so intense for him, entering her gaze. she does not even look at what is happening at first, she simply moves herself besides her papa until she is gently sitting against him, legs quivering. her tired eyes would then scan everything, almost hanging a little lazily as she took in the calm environment.
he was folding papers - origami. she recalled him telling her of how he is good at it. that's exactly what had caused her to start doing it. she wanted to share it with him. she wanted to make him proud of her and show him she could be good too. "y-ya gotta ff-fold the papers a certain w-way. it depends on what sh-shape you're trying to m-make." she would first reply gently to snare's question, eyeing towards her papa's creation. "hmm, i'm c-certainly not as g-good as y-you, papa. they're v-very nice."
she could not tell anyone. she could not reveal what she was truly doing to anyone. she could not tell anyone of the potential threat. the only way to keep them safe would be for her to just remain quiet and do as decius says. or, at least, do as the male says until she is able to take care of him herself. he told her exactly what would happen if she didn't.
goldenluxury had considered staying inside, isolating herself. perhaps that would be the safest option. that way there was no possibility of accidentally slipping up around anyone, and that way she could heal faster. but, call her crazy, she did not trust decius' warning. she did not trust he wouldn't hurt somebody just because she did just as he said. she needed to did not. she needed to check up on everyone. she needed to make sure he did not kill deldrach. she needed to make sure no one was hurt.
that was why she pushed herself onward. she needed to move.
seeing a crowd usually is what drew over goldie, however the added scent of her papa between the rest is what lead the girl to force herself over quicker. her legs shook, dragging close to the ground as she clearly struggled towards them, pain apparent in her expression. it hurt to walk, but she had to do it. there was so much going on. the way she sees it, she has no other choice.
the girl does immediately feel a bit of relief by the presence of her papa, a strong warmth, only so intense for him, entering her gaze. she does not even look at what is happening at first, she simply moves herself besides her papa until she is gently sitting against him, legs quivering. her tired eyes would then scan everything, almost hanging a little lazily as she took in the calm environment.
he was folding papers - origami. she recalled him telling her of how he is good at it. that's exactly what had caused her to start doing it. she wanted to share it with him. she wanted to make him proud of her and show him she could be good too. "y-ya gotta ff-fold the papers a certain w-way. it depends on what sh-shape you're trying to m-make." she would first reply gently to snare's question, eyeing towards her papa's creation. "hmm, i'm c-certainly not as g-good as y-you, papa. they're v-very nice."
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.