02-10-2020, 03:42 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He couldn't recall whether or not he'd attended a meeting since his first day on the island - or if there had been a meeting at all. The day-to-day happenings of The Typhoon had a tendency to pass him by, be it because he was at rest or had simply gotten caught up in other things and forgotten. It was easy, here, to get lost in the ebb and flow of the tide and the waving palms on the beach. Everything seemed calm, these days - more so than it had been before his arrival, when the Pitt still raged against Goldenluxury's forced rule. Despite the calm lapse in the Typhoon's current affairs, Goldie, now, seemed concerned by other matters at hand. She looks uncomfortable where she sits, but nonetheless wore a calm expression for the sake of the surrounding group. Forced, it seemed. He frowns as he takes a seat near Roxanne and her family - he'd question the leader later.
[align=center][div style="text-align:right;width:59%;font-family:verdana;"][font=verdana][size=11pt][color=transparent][url=https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=13462.0][color=black][b][i]LET HIM WHO THINKS HE KNOWS NO FEAR
LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE
LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE