07-19-2018, 12:55 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]The lupine never got her own charm bracelet, and she figured it really signified her behindness on all of the rituals and culture that defined the Typhoon so well. It was partially her fear of facing the past while simultaneously being her fear of letting go of the past. She still needed to make her peace, and while she was a crewmember of the Typhoon anyway, her place here didn't feel solidified yet. Rochelle thought of the new joiners, like Marcellus, to be particularly brave for taking up the entrance ritual, able to continue on with their lives. And here ... she felt stuck in some sort of purgatory.
"Your bracelet is pretty well made." She complimented with a gentle smile, padding up to the cheetah. "Marcellus, was it? I'm Rochelle ..." She greeted, then glancing she saw the pitbull, and Caesar as well. "Hello Officer, hello Calypso." The girl murmured with the nod of her head, then turning back to look at Marcel's charm bracelet. She figured she could make her own ... though she wished just to make it of a simple twine or rope, thick enough to hold up.
"Your bracelet is pretty well made." She complimented with a gentle smile, padding up to the cheetah. "Marcellus, was it? I'm Rochelle ..." She greeted, then glancing she saw the pitbull, and Caesar as well. "Hello Officer, hello Calypso." The girl murmured with the nod of her head, then turning back to look at Marcel's charm bracelet. She figured she could make her own ... though she wished just to make it of a simple twine or rope, thick enough to hold up.