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victory_road2020-10-12 01:53 am
jurisimprudence) wrote in victory_road2020-10-12 01:53 am
[ text / action for new bark town ] (cw: blood, probably talk of death/violence)
A. text
TWO TH1NGS
F1RST
JOHN 3GB3RT
1F YOU'R3 H3R3, W3 N33D TO T4LK
S3COND
W1LL TH1S WORK TO G3T BLOOD OUT OF CLOTH1NG OR W1LL 1 N33D TO G3T 4 D1FF3R3NT PRODUCT FROM TH3 N3XT TOWN?
[Here she's attached a photo of the standard bottle of liquid soap that comes with the backpack.]
B. action
[If anyone's on the lookout for newbies, Terezi can be spotted sitting by a flowerbed next to "Mom's" house. She doesn't look any less human than anyone else here, at least at first. Though her ears have a bit of a point, they're hidden by her black hair, and the sharpness of her teeth is concealed by her pursed lips as she taps away at her Pokégear. No, if there's anything to raise concern, it's the fact that she looks like she's had a bad accident with some paint, or perhaps smashed a box worth of Grape-Berry Double Homicide Gushers against herself. Teal and purple mar her shirt and even stick to her face and arms in places.]
[It doesn't really smell like paint, or the corn syrup-laden fruit approximant of candy, either. It's dry by now, but one might recognize the smell of blood.]
[Her starter isn't far: a Gible wanders about the flowerbed proper, occasionally casting a concerned glance back at her new trainer in between devouring whatever blooms might remain at this time of year. She'll settle for withered stems, too; she ain't picky.]
TWO TH1NGS
F1RST
JOHN 3GB3RT
1F YOU'R3 H3R3, W3 N33D TO T4LK
S3COND
W1LL TH1S WORK TO G3T BLOOD OUT OF CLOTH1NG OR W1LL 1 N33D TO G3T 4 D1FF3R3NT PRODUCT FROM TH3 N3XT TOWN?
[Here she's attached a photo of the standard bottle of liquid soap that comes with the backpack.]
B. action
[If anyone's on the lookout for newbies, Terezi can be spotted sitting by a flowerbed next to "Mom's" house. She doesn't look any less human than anyone else here, at least at first. Though her ears have a bit of a point, they're hidden by her black hair, and the sharpness of her teeth is concealed by her pursed lips as she taps away at her Pokégear. No, if there's anything to raise concern, it's the fact that she looks like she's had a bad accident with some paint, or perhaps smashed a box worth of Grape-Berry Double Homicide Gushers against herself. Teal and purple mar her shirt and even stick to her face and arms in places.]
[It doesn't really smell like paint, or the corn syrup-laden fruit approximant of candy, either. It's dry by now, but one might recognize the smell of blood.]
[Her starter isn't far: a Gible wanders about the flowerbed proper, occasionally casting a concerned glance back at her new trainer in between devouring whatever blooms might remain at this time of year. She'll settle for withered stems, too; she ain't picky.]
no subject
I see that aging has elevated your sass levels and not much else! It took me only until that woman came up to hassle me to realize this wasn't the dream bubbles at all. It is not my fault that you couldn't comprehend the obvious.
More dragons aren't going to fix this, either, and I already know enough about humans! I lived with Rose and Dave for three years, John.