12-21-2019, 11:32 PM
MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |
Bub could recall very vividly a time when her entire world was consumed by familial love; she was lucky, compared to most wasteland kids. She'd met many orphans and unwanted kids, trying to survive out on their own even as their rib cages rattled from injuries and sickness spread like wildfire through a young person's body. It was a disgusting, foul, depressing backdrop to an unforgiving world.
Kids were often an afterthought, which created the perfect environment for people like Bub or this stranger to develop. Needy, selfish with vile hearts. So it was no surprise that Bub's being dripped disdain when she went to investigate some barking, and found a girl blatantly insulting the people who owned the ground she stood on. "Uh-huh, and why should I give a rat's ass if you get sick?" Bub snapped, unslinging the shotgun from her back and pointing the nuzzle towards the ground.
From the time she'd joined Los Santos, she'd been in a near-constant panic from all the people, and relearning how to be social and relearning how to interact with a family member, and general self-consciousness. But nonsense threats issued by shouting them randomly into the street? That was something she was deeply familiar with.
Kids were often an afterthought, which created the perfect environment for people like Bub or this stranger to develop. Needy, selfish with vile hearts. So it was no surprise that Bub's being dripped disdain when she went to investigate some barking, and found a girl blatantly insulting the people who owned the ground she stood on. "Uh-huh, and why should I give a rat's ass if you get sick?" Bub snapped, unslinging the shotgun from her back and pointing the nuzzle towards the ground.
From the time she'd joined Los Santos, she'd been in a near-constant panic from all the people, and relearning how to be social and relearning how to interact with a family member, and general self-consciousness. But nonsense threats issued by shouting them randomly into the street? That was something she was deeply familiar with.
[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]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
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