[ Extreme shit, no TLC. Maybe she'll soften up her stance as the days trickle by, but it's a minuscule chance at best; she's perfectly content being as rotten as they come, and unlike a certain OTHER rotten redhead, she's not about to get involved with the drama of the house. There's not much for her to go back to. The people she wanted dead are dead. Jonnen's going to be okay. She has Mister Kindly, she has Eclipse, and the house is full of fucking freaks she can disrespect for her own enjoyment.
What more could a girl ask for, in her afterlife?
The muscles of her thighs are a little quaky, gone ridiculous with lingering heat as she climbs to her own feet. The pull and tug of every injury she's left on the vicious Drukhari mirrored inside of her own form, and damn. She does know how to hit someone and make it hurt. ]
I'll look you up, later. [ Like him, she has no eyes for a crowd.
She's worked them before, gladiatii training and showmanship to give her presence and noteriety alike. They only mean something to her if they're screaming her name. Now that the two of them are done, the only thing to do is exit with as much style as she fought with, her high tail and claimed ribbon trailing behind her as she flicks them like a whip. ]
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[ Extreme shit, no TLC. Maybe she'll soften up her stance as the days trickle by, but it's a minuscule chance at best; she's perfectly content being as rotten as they come, and unlike a certain OTHER rotten redhead, she's not about to get involved with the drama of the house. There's not much for her to go back to. The people she wanted dead are dead. Jonnen's going to be okay. She has Mister Kindly, she has Eclipse, and the house is full of fucking freaks she can disrespect for her own enjoyment.
What more could a girl ask for, in her afterlife?
The muscles of her thighs are a little quaky, gone ridiculous with lingering heat as she climbs to her own feet. The pull and tug of every injury she's left on the vicious Drukhari mirrored inside of her own form, and damn. She does know how to hit someone and make it hurt. ]
I'll look you up, later. [ Like him, she has no eyes for a crowd.
She's worked them before, gladiatii training and showmanship to give her presence and noteriety alike. They only mean something to her if they're screaming her name. Now that the two of them are done, the only thing to do is exit with as much style as she fought with, her high tail and claimed ribbon trailing behind her as she flicks them like a whip. ]