01-03-2020, 08:15 AM
THAT'S RIGHT, WE ARE PROGRESSIVELY STRUGGLING MONSTERS !
Arrow had been asleep. That had been the usual lately, sleep for days on end, get up, rinse and repeat. Maybe it was her still adjusting to being alive again, after all, sleep was the closest thing to death other than a fucking coma. Or maybe it was her body trying to somehow sustain while still technically going through shut down. Maybe even technically shut down completely, she had died after all. The persistent blood in her spit pretty much nailed that fact in everyone's minds that came across it, especially if they'd been there to see her untimely retching of the stuff until she was practically empty.
Regardless, she woke up when Aurum knocked on her door. Disgruntled, half awake, but very much conscious, Arrow answered the call with green eyes squinted and one ear flattened over her skull, inside out. Not the most graceful of looks, but when had she ever cared about that? "What? What am I seeing?" Her voice was initially a bit gruff, but softened when it clicked a bit late that Aurum was the one trying to show her something. Yeah, she liked this one. Big ol...dad. Sweet Jesus, she was old.
Arrow looked over the note, taking a couple moments of silence to process the words written. Decent handwriting, condescending tone. "The fuck? So this bastard thinks he can just, take my shit? Man, I didn't dig through mechanic graveyards to get robbed blind." Oi, who's man was this?
Arrow had been asleep. That had been the usual lately, sleep for days on end, get up, rinse and repeat. Maybe it was her still adjusting to being alive again, after all, sleep was the closest thing to death other than a fucking coma. Or maybe it was her body trying to somehow sustain while still technically going through shut down. Maybe even technically shut down completely, she had died after all. The persistent blood in her spit pretty much nailed that fact in everyone's minds that came across it, especially if they'd been there to see her untimely retching of the stuff until she was practically empty.
Regardless, she woke up when Aurum knocked on her door. Disgruntled, half awake, but very much conscious, Arrow answered the call with green eyes squinted and one ear flattened over her skull, inside out. Not the most graceful of looks, but when had she ever cared about that? "What? What am I seeing?" Her voice was initially a bit gruff, but softened when it clicked a bit late that Aurum was the one trying to show her something. Yeah, she liked this one. Big ol...dad. Sweet Jesus, she was old.
Arrow looked over the note, taking a couple moments of silence to process the words written. Decent handwriting, condescending tone. "The fuck? So this bastard thinks he can just, take my shit? Man, I didn't dig through mechanic graveyards to get robbed blind." Oi, who's man was this?