EXPECT RESISTANCE.

   Grizz is suspicious right off the bat. He is not one to give out his number - even to his most loyal of workers. In fact, he really only uses his phone for absolute emergencies. It had almost been a year since he last heard the thing ring.

     “ Sorry, don’t hire over the phone. You gotta come in. “  Grizz responds, sounding more annoyed and grumpy than usual. Whoever this is, if he ends up hiring them he’s cutting their pay right off the bat for pulling this sort of stunt… but something tells him this person is someone he doesn’t want to hire in the first place.

    “ Huh. ”   And there’s a long expanse of silence. He wasn’t sure where he was going with this, actually. Was he toying with Grizz? Did he genuinely want to apply and see what it was like from this side? Who knew.   “ Right, then, ”   he finally added, drumming his fingers against the payphone.   “ Uh... when would work for you? It’s for a girl, ”   he clarified, wondering if that was a believable excuse. Mostly he’d heard boys yelling about impressing fellow female Salmon Runners, so he guessed it was.

“You want to be an idol because you got stuck on Grizz’ boat? The same one that called me the Illuminati? That one?

I … I don’t understand, I’m afraid.” She shrugs. “Do you want me to give you singing lessons?”

She’s just.. .stunned into silence. Why was Marie so rude…?

“Oh, shut the fuck up! I ain’t got no one overlookin’ my ass. I’m tryna be nice.”

“Well, you are a fish, and we are…. not. I don’t like you already. Besides…. what are you even doing here? I thought you lived in what you call ‘water.’”

“Marie, don’t be so rude…”

“Well, uh, you know…. we are singers, not musicians.”

“Not to mention uh…. I don’t think I want to help someone like you, personally.”

    “ THEN THEY LIED TO ME! THEY CAN’T MAKE A FOOL OUT OF THE GREAT ORVILLE JINHAI! I PAID REAL G FOR THIS, GIVE ME A REFUND! ”

    Salmonids are a crafty species! They may do as they please, and nothing may stop the tornado in their opponents’ way. It has taken many a long night and too many telescopes eaten by the Maws sent to collect him for this day to become a reality. Finally, he has found a way onto Grizz’s boat. ‘Tis the last shift of the session, yet Orville feels no sympathy for the Inkling he left behind.

    It’s with an elegant flair he approaches the squib, oh-so-careful, oh-so-calculating. His hands dance as spiders’ do behind the boy, footfalls silent as a calm sea hugging the shore. The boy is innocent, a butterfly with its wings still damp, easy prey for someone like the awesome Orville Jinhai. Ah, yes... The boy’s sister was a hated being among the restless Salmonids, the perfect victim --- now, all that was standing between Orville and utter, worldly domination, was one simple, unassuming question...

and w that we are a go for launch i repeat we are a go for launch

hello !! sprite here with a remake of an older blog --- this used to be steelsook, ft. the star of the show sookie the steel eel w/ a lot of back problems and part of the Salmonling Uprising (patent pending) that happened awhile back. but now we’re back and hopefully a little better thought-out (not really) w goldsook, a blog for her stepdad-of-sorts who really loves overcompensating for his stupidity. which is bad, because he commands the chums.

thinking abt changing up this blog somehow, whether its just changing sookie’s fc or revamping w another salmon