08-27-2018, 10:03 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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stocking was the poster girl for reluctant work. She was lazy-- though her slothness nowhere near rivalled her gluttony. She had no issue doing the dirty work-- doing the things that no on else would. She only had a habit of doing her fair share of the hall when she felt like it, albeit with no great amount of enthusiasm.
But she lived in a place where work was required, and to slack off was detrimental. at least something was being done about tanglewood's less than pleasurable state. while the swamp had grown onto her, so much so that she now considered it homey, to spruce up the place a bit wouldn't hurt.
"y'all should be glad I'm even here," the goth announced with no small amount of monotone arrogance as her claws curled to fleck dust from her dew talon. She had no powers-- which absolutely sucked-- but she would do her best to make the most of what she had. beggars couldn't be choosers, and doing work ensured she stayed fit. Her heavenly powers were no longer-- which ensured that her body could fall risk to the predation of inactivity.
She promptly made a move to pick up the saw-- fumbled when she realized that holding it was difficult without proper balance and stance.
an irritated huff escaped her pouted lips, before she ungracefully swung the saw at a nearby tree. the tool slipped from her hands, and stocking felt herself boil over with frustration.
She could do this. She got this. She has taken on far less pleasant tasks. stupid, non opposable thumbs and a fucked up saw would not be the bane of her existence today.
She will try again.
But she lived in a place where work was required, and to slack off was detrimental. at least something was being done about tanglewood's less than pleasurable state. while the swamp had grown onto her, so much so that she now considered it homey, to spruce up the place a bit wouldn't hurt.
"y'all should be glad I'm even here," the goth announced with no small amount of monotone arrogance as her claws curled to fleck dust from her dew talon. She had no powers-- which absolutely sucked-- but she would do her best to make the most of what she had. beggars couldn't be choosers, and doing work ensured she stayed fit. Her heavenly powers were no longer-- which ensured that her body could fall risk to the predation of inactivity.
She promptly made a move to pick up the saw-- fumbled when she realized that holding it was difficult without proper balance and stance.
an irritated huff escaped her pouted lips, before she ungracefully swung the saw at a nearby tree. the tool slipped from her hands, and stocking felt herself boil over with frustration.
She could do this. She got this. She has taken on far less pleasant tasks. stupid, non opposable thumbs and a fucked up saw would not be the bane of her existence today.
She will try again.
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