07-27-2019, 09:13 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]//rushed af also love arrow too dw
Her metaphorical eyebrows raised, eyes widening at Arrow's outburst. "Excuse me?" her words come quick and cold, her body raising as she moves to stand once more. Did she really just call her bitch? Did this member think she was in a position to disrespect the captain right now? "I'm here 'cause my crewmates are fuckin' dead - killed, disrespected, an' your scent is on them. Stompin' in your swamp? Sorry, is that inconvenient for ya?" again, her words are fast, with an icy, slicing tone within them. She's run out of patience, and if she were to be met with any other bullshit, she wouldn't hesitate to just fuckin' hit them - it's sincerely lucky she wasn't doing so right now. "Motive matters, sure, but it doesn' change anythin' right now. They're a serial killer? Cool! Now the fuck what? They carved a God damn signature into their 'work', so I suggest the firs' step bein' focusin' on that." It wasn't rocket science. The female said herself - one step at a time, and that "anti" shit seemed to be a pretty big clue.
The tigress doesn't know who the Hell this member thinks she is, but she doesn't care to find out. She would be met with something much sharper than the captain's words if this shit were to continue - she didn't have the time nor patience to humor something like that, and she imagines no one else would either.
Although, this stranger that's appeared and began to hyperventilate - that was something weird, unexpected. "Breathe, man, lay down." Funny how they both came to the same conclusion of first off calming the male, given everything. Goldenluxury was not one to just assume, though, and she didn't bother to accuse the male of anything for now. She doesn't know who he is and will not pretend to.
Her metaphorical eyebrows raised, eyes widening at Arrow's outburst. "Excuse me?" her words come quick and cold, her body raising as she moves to stand once more. Did she really just call her bitch? Did this member think she was in a position to disrespect the captain right now? "I'm here 'cause my crewmates are fuckin' dead - killed, disrespected, an' your scent is on them. Stompin' in your swamp? Sorry, is that inconvenient for ya?" again, her words are fast, with an icy, slicing tone within them. She's run out of patience, and if she were to be met with any other bullshit, she wouldn't hesitate to just fuckin' hit them - it's sincerely lucky she wasn't doing so right now. "Motive matters, sure, but it doesn' change anythin' right now. They're a serial killer? Cool! Now the fuck what? They carved a God damn signature into their 'work', so I suggest the firs' step bein' focusin' on that." It wasn't rocket science. The female said herself - one step at a time, and that "anti" shit seemed to be a pretty big clue.
The tigress doesn't know who the Hell this member thinks she is, but she doesn't care to find out. She would be met with something much sharper than the captain's words if this shit were to continue - she didn't have the time nor patience to humor something like that, and she imagines no one else would either.
Although, this stranger that's appeared and began to hyperventilate - that was something weird, unexpected. "Breathe, man, lay down." Funny how they both came to the same conclusion of first off calming the male, given everything. Goldenluxury was not one to just assume, though, and she didn't bother to accuse the male of anything for now. She doesn't know who he is and will not pretend to.
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.