12-21-2019, 12:56 AM
MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |
Bub was feeling pretty optimistic about this. Gingerbread houses were, well, pretty fun; she'd spent one winter with a kind family who'd made them. Of course, the gingerbread tasted like ash and she ate it more as a dare than anything else, but she remembered nearly crying with laughter as her and the other kids raced to make the best gingerbread house.
Maybe she ought to tell Sel about that, her sister did seem to want to know what'd happened when she was missing. Or maybe she could keep that fond memory to herself, like a keepsake that nobody could ruin.
Anyways, gingerbread houses with Northstar. She'd had little warning until she was being shooed into the room alongside a few other Los Santos residents, but everything smelled delicious and Sel seemed relaxed. Too relaxed- wait nope, she was kissing that dude. Last Bub checked, none of them were raised European so she instantly felt a jolt of pity for her sister.
Bub hurried over, not sure how to feel but she knew it wasn't good. All the guys in Sel's past that she could remember always used her sister, then threw her away like a wet paper towel when they were finished. Well, Bub wasn't going to let this guy or anybody else do that to Sel.
"Who's this, big sis?" Bub asked, voice cold and lacking her usual nervous tilt. She tried to put a hand on Sel's shoulder and pull her back a bit, distrust plain in her body language though her expression was hidden.
Maybe she ought to tell Sel about that, her sister did seem to want to know what'd happened when she was missing. Or maybe she could keep that fond memory to herself, like a keepsake that nobody could ruin.
Anyways, gingerbread houses with Northstar. She'd had little warning until she was being shooed into the room alongside a few other Los Santos residents, but everything smelled delicious and Sel seemed relaxed. Too relaxed- wait nope, she was kissing that dude. Last Bub checked, none of them were raised European so she instantly felt a jolt of pity for her sister.
Bub hurried over, not sure how to feel but she knew it wasn't good. All the guys in Sel's past that she could remember always used her sister, then threw her away like a wet paper towel when they were finished. Well, Bub wasn't going to let this guy or anybody else do that to Sel.
"Who's this, big sis?" Bub asked, voice cold and lacking her usual nervous tilt. She tried to put a hand on Sel's shoulder and pull her back a bit, distrust plain in her body language though her expression was hidden.
[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
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Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
IS IT WHAT YOU WANTED THOUGH?
bub ;; she/her ;; 15yrs