01-30-2019, 02:29 AM
[glow=black,1,400]I GRIEVE IN STEREO, THE STEREO SOUNDS STRANGE ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
"You've gotta get your shit together."
How many times had she said this? Too many, bet. She'd been...around, but that didn't mean she was keeping up with all her duties, minus the basic needs like feeding herself and doing occasional sneaky walks around the Tanglewood grounds to make sure all was going smoothly out of the bounds of the seemingly safe encampment. She was, after all, one of the strange little rednecks that took up residence here, and of a high enough status to know what her own responsibilities were, and then some. But lord knows she just wasn't doing what she needed to half the time, things were so tense, so busy.
For the first time in her life, she felt life weighed a little too heavy on her.
She had some regrets when it came to leaving behind the lonely life of a solitary nomad with each loved one that slipped through her grasp and away from her entirely, and now she feared Leroy and Morgan were next to go, for their own separate reasons. Romantic interests were pretty much off the table at this point, out the window with any chance she hoped to have. Platonic love was up next on the firing line she feared.
Arrow blinked some of the early morning light out of her eyes, crawling out of the undergrowth and into some more open space, headed for some open camp space to avoid having to go home and sit there by herself some more. Ha, no thanks. Another little walk around, no big deal, had some thinking to do and a lot of self scolding to get through before coming to the final decision to grit her teeth and bear it some more. Wrap up that little pity party and focus on the tasks at hand. Politics, uh, manual labor, making sure the Boss was taking care of himself, yada yada. "Mornin', Tanglebabes." She mumbled out to no one in particular, passing one or two fellow assholes on her way to the openness.
How many times had she said this? Too many, bet. She'd been...around, but that didn't mean she was keeping up with all her duties, minus the basic needs like feeding herself and doing occasional sneaky walks around the Tanglewood grounds to make sure all was going smoothly out of the bounds of the seemingly safe encampment. She was, after all, one of the strange little rednecks that took up residence here, and of a high enough status to know what her own responsibilities were, and then some. But lord knows she just wasn't doing what she needed to half the time, things were so tense, so busy.
For the first time in her life, she felt life weighed a little too heavy on her.
She had some regrets when it came to leaving behind the lonely life of a solitary nomad with each loved one that slipped through her grasp and away from her entirely, and now she feared Leroy and Morgan were next to go, for their own separate reasons. Romantic interests were pretty much off the table at this point, out the window with any chance she hoped to have. Platonic love was up next on the firing line she feared.
Arrow blinked some of the early morning light out of her eyes, crawling out of the undergrowth and into some more open space, headed for some open camp space to avoid having to go home and sit there by herself some more. Ha, no thanks. Another little walk around, no big deal, had some thinking to do and a lot of self scolding to get through before coming to the final decision to grit her teeth and bear it some more. Wrap up that little pity party and focus on the tasks at hand. Politics, uh, manual labor, making sure the Boss was taking care of himself, yada yada. "Mornin', Tanglebabes." She mumbled out to no one in particular, passing one or two fellow assholes on her way to the openness.