#voocioo

Sometimes it got annoying, but what could a girl do? It was something she had to do...after all, earning her keep was very important. That was what she was meant for. Bring in more money, help dear old dad out. After all that was her job, wasn’t it? 

Surely there was nothing wrong with taking a little off the top just to get a little treat for herself. She worked so hard after all. What difference did taking a couple for herself make? It was a reward. She deserved it for everything she put up with, right? Of course she did. As long as he didn’t find out, of course. 

Her reward to herself had been just a little pastry--cheap enough that no one would notice anything missing from the money she was supposed to give him. After all, she’d destroyed the evidence that she’d even bought and eaten the pastry in the first place. 

       So of course, she sauntered back into her father’s shop, money in hand as she sang a little tune to herself.

“I’m baaaack,” she announced, half singing the words as she stepped into the doorway. She was in a good mood, really. But who wouldn’t be after getting to indulge themselves with a sweet treat? “Did ya miss me?” She already knew the answer would likely be no. After all, he barely noticed her unless she was actively bringing in money.

🌈👠 ┇x — ❛❛ i don’t know what else to do ! he’s been gone for five days now. he’s n-never been gone this long, he always comes back to me ! ❜❜ dorothy is frantic, eyes brimming with tears. although she knows her AUNT would certainly not approve of her seeing a witch doctor she doesn’t care. she’ll do anything to get her beloved toto back again. 

[ it’s your blog, fam. do whatever you want with it. ]

           she knew how these games were played and she didn't want to take part of it. she let out a small sigh as he TIRED to get her to play along. No -- she grew up in a world of cheats --- she didn’t need a random one TRYING to get money out of her -- after she worked hard enough to get it for herself. Rolling her eyes for a moment she huffed a little.

                       “ I know how to read cards. I do it for a living MYSELF. I can tell the future -- you don’t have to try to con ME into your little ticks. I can point out a few others for you though. But really, I think you need to MOVE on or something --- because the SENSE I’m getting from you --- is not the purest.” 

               “ -- but if you LIKE to have a little TALK about what’s good about what we do, I’m more than happy to sit down and talk about it. I love meeting people outside my LITTLE HOME who can do the same things We can do.”

Night 5

     Ohhh and sneaky LeBeak strikes down a victim in a terrifying wrestle in the dark!  Catching him by surprise, she was able to pin down and strike @voocioo with a sharped tree branch.  How savage.

     Kindly Mr. Smee finally displays aggression while Ganymede seems to finally be toning it down.

    “Mhmm...” teal eyes narrowed at the sight of her look-alike with the needle hanging above her heart. Little My wasn’t afraid, but her annoyance and anger was endless. Really? He expected her to cooperate during her stay and he wasn’t allowing her to have anything? Not even her own voice, the smallest relief of boredom and the silence of the emporium?

    My patted at a spot on her head where Facilier must have cut. Her head felt normal, up until she got to her bun where instead of the roundness of it, she felt the crisp ends of hair that hand been carefully chopped off in her sleep. Teeth bared, she growled,”Can’t sleep, can’t talk, can’t RUN AROUND. You’re digging a hole deeper than six feet with all these acts you’re pulling, bub.”