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CAN THE KILLER IN ME
(tame the fire in you)
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Vandal inclines her head and listens, brushing a lock of auburn away from the rise of her cheek when she hums in acknowledgement. Ah, yes, the submarine. She understands - she hasn't really spent a lot of time in the sub and refuses to live in it for the same reason. Too crowded, too many people, too enclosed in steel walls and beams and far, far too small. Admittedly, she loathes living in such a restrictive space, which is mostly why she decided to build her own home in the jungle. Up in the trees, her house would be something free and open, exposed to the world, just how she likes it. "I get that," she says finally with a shrug of her thin shoulders, hands slipping into the pockets of her pants before curling into loose fists. "Hey, ya can always move in with me when I get my house done. I's nice and open, up high in the tree, y'have your own li'l mini hut an' everythin'. Both of ya... although you're gonna have to wait though."
After all, the first of many huts is still being built and refurbished - she'll have to finish that first, then build separate huts, as well as the bridges interconnecting them all. It's a good concept, she knows this, but a bitch to build, undoubtedly. She's spent far too long trying to stare down the hammer and willing it to move for her; who knows, maybe Thor really is out there, listening?
Outpost? Can I come wit ya?
That gets Vandal's lips twisting into an even wider grin, casting her gaze from Aita and Cleo and making a show of thinking. She hums and taps her chin for good measure, looking at the ceiling as if she's deep in thought, before nodding her head. "'Course ya can! You too, Cleo. Hell, if ya want, we can head out there righ' now! M'sure Pinchy won' mind." How sure is she? "'Sides, he'll probably jus' make sure you have adult supervision, and considerin' I'm as old as him..."
It's decided.
"Anythin' you two need to do firs' 'fore we head out? I's probably gonna take up a handful of hours, so ya gotta make sure you're prepared. Food, drinks, weapons, all that good stuff."
ooc. wowe i had this open for 4 hours fjdskl
After all, the first of many huts is still being built and refurbished - she'll have to finish that first, then build separate huts, as well as the bridges interconnecting them all. It's a good concept, she knows this, but a bitch to build, undoubtedly. She's spent far too long trying to stare down the hammer and willing it to move for her; who knows, maybe Thor really is out there, listening?
Outpost? Can I come wit ya?
That gets Vandal's lips twisting into an even wider grin, casting her gaze from Aita and Cleo and making a show of thinking. She hums and taps her chin for good measure, looking at the ceiling as if she's deep in thought, before nodding her head. "'Course ya can! You too, Cleo. Hell, if ya want, we can head out there righ' now! M'sure Pinchy won' mind." How sure is she? "'Sides, he'll probably jus' make sure you have adult supervision, and considerin' I'm as old as him..."
It's decided.
"Anythin' you two need to do firs' 'fore we head out? I's probably gonna take up a handful of hours, so ya gotta make sure you're prepared. Food, drinks, weapons, all that good stuff."
ooc. wowe i had this open for 4 hours fjdskl
VANDAL ROUX — THE TROUBLEMAKER — TYPHOON STRIKER — [color=#ad9998][abbr=♥]TAGS[/abbr]