#joyveined

      the city was only ever visited if need be, missions && odd jobs requested by old, family friends ( a LOOSE TERM, more along the lines of business partners. )   those visits weren’t brief, however she’d keep to herself if possible – dressed in garbsFAR from expected of a wastelander.  she’s smart enough not to walk into the city looking like a ruffian, after all, switching her attire && fixing herself up as quickly as possible.

         when here, she acted as nothing more than a normal, kind && shy young woman. one that enjoys what everyone expects her to; the bright colors, sweet confections, frills && lace. while yes, she’ll admit that she does enjoy them… she’s found the wasteland to be more HOMELY than this run down, grey, rusted city.

         the day had been.. AVERAGE, if anything, until she saw him. an unfortunatelyfamiliar face ( familiar claws ).  really, her luck is nothing short ofHORRID!

                   deep breath - walk away, this isn’t your business ( you’ve almost died by those claws once already. )

         she finds herself ignoring that advice, what she does best, really!          civilians have cleared out, his attention locked on a remaining guard in blue - one that doesn’t remain for long - as she approaches from behind.  quiet, quickly –

         ‘ alright, HERO BOY, i’ve had it with you! ‘

         once he turns, teeth barred in warning at the new possible threat, hunched over as always, her fist collides with his cheek.  a merciless punch, one that leaves her knuckles aching, red from the sudden && harsh impact.  she’s quite a lot of pent up anger to get out!  all put into her fist, the one allowed to relax as she shakes it around, an attempt to shake the discomfort away, stepping back with a growl.

         ‘ THAT is for nearly killing me last time, too! ‘

It registers pain, cheek throbbing intensely from the knuckle filled blow, but doesn’t immediately react. Rather eerily, the creatures maintains a statuesque-like pose, head frozen in the same, crooked angle long after the other wastelander’s spiteful blow. Reflexively, lips play host to a gaping void of jagged incisors, an expression that intensifies after she had blatantly ignored its warnings to keep away.      Her loss.

                           ❛  i really don’t have any clue what you just said. none at all. so JUST to make it less awkward, i’ll throw in a laugh just to make it SEEM like i knew what you were talking about.  ❜  and he did.

???? ? ?? is that really happening??

unfortunately

seriously there is some really nasty stuff being just tossed around like it’s nothing and it’s super gross, I have no clue who’s doing it but it’s really shameful

protect celio

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them. ll  Selectively Accepting

Vi: aka Satan. She the smallest devil you’ve ever seen, and you would say the prettiest, but you’ve seen some attractive shedevils in your day. At most she could get away with being called the cutest.

She’s impossible for you to read, which really is the only thing that scares you about her. No matter what you say, do, or try, you can’t figure out who she is and what she wants. 

You would never say it out loud, but it’s also your favorite thing about her. Actually, the more any woman scares you, the more you seem into them. You also had a tendency to liked women you couldn’t have.