Barbeau is building a giant machine for freezing fish fillets. It has a giant roller that you slap the fillets onto before it freezes them at the top and dumps them on the other side to be packaged.
Felix is playing with some fat alley cats.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
*Im on mobile too, it’s good, don’t apologize.*
Scott can see Solo has gotten significantly closer once he exits the crowd, and makes eye contact with Scott.
Grimes immediately tries to run, but is still attached to that tree “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sparrow can’t help but laugh.
Scott says nothing but returns his book, scribbling down something.
She cackles madly and stands up "Good try buddy, but unfortunately for you, you're here with us."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
*Im on mobile too, it’s good, don’t apologize.*
Scott can see Solo has gotten significantly closer once he exits the crowd, and makes eye contact with Scott.
Grimes immediately tries to run, but is still attached to that tree “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sparrow can’t help but laugh.
Scott says nothing but returns his book, scribbling down something.
She cackles madly and stands up "Good try buddy, but unfortunately for you, you're here with us."
He waves to them, noticing the bizarre behavior. He eventually walks over, sitting near them “Hey, who’re you? You know it’s rude to stare right?”
Sparrow finish his set before walking over to them both “Stop bein’ a [gp] Grimes. Just cause you ain’t had a girlfriend in a real long time, don’t mean ya get to hate on others.” He punches him, knocking him out immediately.
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Barbeau is building a giant machine for freezing fish fillets. It has a giant roller that you slap the fillets onto before it freezes them at the top and dumps them on the other side to be packaged.
Felix is playing with some fat alley cats.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Vessel is slinking around spitting out pieces of fluff and regretting her life choices
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Guys, I'm sorry I disappeared again... I was making dinner. I'm really sorry.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Das oki hon, ya need to eats*
*Again, you’re good, you’re great, you’re allowed to have a life outside of here. Do you want to continue where we left off?*
*Still, I should've said something before I left but I didn't. 😭*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'll find it this time so you can have a break, I am sorry 😔.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Scott says nothing but returns his book, scribbling down something.
She cackles madly and stands up "Good try buddy, but unfortunately for you, you're here with us."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*What did you cook?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*is oki [hug] wanna continue?*
*Chicken with Italian seasoning, macaroni and cheese (not the good kind I'm afraid), and some beans.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*dinner. srry*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Yesh pwease.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*STOP APOLOGIZING! YOURE FINE!*
*IM SORRY, ILL GO HIDE IN MY HOLE-*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He waves to them, noticing the bizarre behavior. He eventually walks over, sitting near them “Hey, who’re you? You know it’s rude to stare right?”
Sparrow finish his set before walking over to them both “Stop bein’ a [gp] Grimes. Just cause you ain’t had a girlfriend in a real long time, don’t mean ya get to hate on others.” He punches him, knocking him out immediately.
*Me fr*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*If anyone else would like to RP, here you are: *
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*What did I just say. COME BACK HERE.(Sprints after)*