06-29-2018, 10:07 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
[member=1182]brad[/member]
the medicine the girl had taken before was starting to wear off, but she couldn't really take anymore 'less she wanted to make things worse, which things were already kind of getting worse. her refusal to sleep was causing her health to decline faster and worse than she thought it would, her legs shaking from time to time. but, would that stop her? absolutely not. she had things to do. she needed to keep working. but, man, did it hurt right now. she held her head, wincing, trying to see if she could find an easy to access coconut.
coconuts would be the easiest solution she could think of right now, seeing as they had water inside of them. she looked around the beach quietly, spotting one that recently fell. she quickly moved towards it, her legs slightly shaking again. she grabbed at it, immediately slamming it into the tree that it had fallen next to, her force cracking it open. she pulled apart the shell, pushing away the straws to reveal the part she was looking for - the center shell that held the water she desired. she hit it again against the tree, easily cracking it open and sipping from it. the water would at least help somewhat.
the medicine the girl had taken before was starting to wear off, but she couldn't really take anymore 'less she wanted to make things worse, which things were already kind of getting worse. her refusal to sleep was causing her health to decline faster and worse than she thought it would, her legs shaking from time to time. but, would that stop her? absolutely not. she had things to do. she needed to keep working. but, man, did it hurt right now. she held her head, wincing, trying to see if she could find an easy to access coconut.
coconuts would be the easiest solution she could think of right now, seeing as they had water inside of them. she looked around the beach quietly, spotting one that recently fell. she quickly moved towards it, her legs slightly shaking again. she grabbed at it, immediately slamming it into the tree that it had fallen next to, her force cracking it open. she pulled apart the shell, pushing away the straws to reveal the part she was looking for - the center shell that held the water she desired. she hit it again against the tree, easily cracking it open and sipping from it. the water would at least help somewhat.
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.