03-31-2020, 02:34 AM
MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |
Control was fleeting, power was meaningless, and Bub cared for nothing more than her independence. Nobody could make the girl do anything she didn't want to do, but given she still had a kind streak somewhere within her and she preferred to not ruffle too many feathers she found herself going with the flow more than not.
Of course, in Los Santos going with the flow meant answering to Sel; her big sister, her big sister with the big baby bump and as much as Bub loved her, she didn't respect Sel's authority more than any of her other siblings. They butted heads, and butted heads often, but disagreements with the leader spoke nothing of her loyalty to Los Santos.
Bub couldn't be compared to any of the people there, not accurately. Though Bub's protectiveness of her big sister seemed to be just as fierce as Micah's protectiveness over his partner; both of them had everything to lose if either of the pregnant women came to harm.
Bub trailed after Sel, shifting the shotgun slung around one shoulder as she observed the newcomers. Neither of them seemed threatening, but Bub had been tricked before and found little sympathy in her heart for the couple. Still, she didn't make any moves of hostility or aggression as she hovered a few feet behind Sel, a masked shadow.
Of course, in Los Santos going with the flow meant answering to Sel; her big sister, her big sister with the big baby bump and as much as Bub loved her, she didn't respect Sel's authority more than any of her other siblings. They butted heads, and butted heads often, but disagreements with the leader spoke nothing of her loyalty to Los Santos.
Bub couldn't be compared to any of the people there, not accurately. Though Bub's protectiveness of her big sister seemed to be just as fierce as Micah's protectiveness over his partner; both of them had everything to lose if either of the pregnant women came to harm.
Bub trailed after Sel, shifting the shotgun slung around one shoulder as she observed the newcomers. Neither of them seemed threatening, but Bub had been tricked before and found little sympathy in her heart for the couple. Still, she didn't make any moves of hostility or aggression as she hovered a few feet behind Sel, a masked shadow.
[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