With a pistol in one hand and a large sack tossed over her shoulder, South sets out to collect some mushrooms. There's another, smaller sac inside the first, for those drug-mushrooms while she's at it. Two birds with one stone, all over some mushrooms. She never did like the things back home, normal or glowing they're gross to her. But pay is pay, so, whatever.
She's just glad to be out of the hospital, even if she's still trying to get down that she's not on the run anymore and that her face is super fucked up on the right side. She's been shot in the face, it killed her, and when the staff brought her back it came with a cost. Her right eye is a mess, and the entire socket is a wreck.
The eye is really blurry to look out, the bullet didn't hit her eyeball but it did tear into her eyebrow above it and up into her forehead. And left a nice scar across her eyelid and eyebrow. Never mind the spot on the back of her head where her hair wasn't really growing anymore- at least the strands around it covers the spot...
Her mind's a million miles away from her troubles, though. She's focused on getting the mushrooms, setting her sack down to stuff with a little group of them before hauling it up and moving to the next. She feels paranoid, even in her armor, helmeted head peeking up to scan her surroundings now and then.
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Tavernfest!
To be honest, South doesn't care much about the historical part of the festival. She's more interested in the booze, wanting to get drunk as hell and forget about figuring anything out. She has some mushroom money, and after she got some clothes she's more comfortable in than the little bit provided to her, she's not exactly planning on being thrifty with the rest.
So far, she's only gotten two beers. Her plans to get shitfaced are a little sidetracked by the games and such around for the event, she can't help wanting to check them out. It's been so long since she's been to a fair...
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Under my Umbrella
Several people had suggested she get an umbrella. They said it wasn't a big deal if she didn't get one, something about sharing, honestly she wasn't paying attention, but said she should consider it. And plenty of the shops seemed to have the same obsession with umbrellas, fancy ones, decorative ones, wildly over the top ones. It's weird.
After she's caught in the fucking rain, though, she get the obsession. She's sopping wet, regretting wearing her clothes instead of armor, and miserable. She tries to find some shelter under a tree, but it's hardly any use. Goddamn it. She'll just go home, fuck it, she didn't want to be out anyways!
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Agent South Dakota | Red vs Blue
With a pistol in one hand and a large sack tossed over her shoulder, South sets out to collect some mushrooms. There's another, smaller sac inside the first, for those drug-mushrooms while she's at it. Two birds with one stone, all over some mushrooms. She never did like the things back home, normal or glowing they're gross to her. But pay is pay, so, whatever.
She's just glad to be out of the hospital, even if she's still trying to get down that she's not on the run anymore and that her face is super fucked up on the right side. She's been shot in the face, it killed her, and when the staff brought her back it came with a cost. Her right eye is a mess, and the entire socket is a wreck.
The eye is really blurry to look out, the bullet didn't hit her eyeball but it did tear into her eyebrow above it and up into her forehead. And left a nice scar across her eyelid and eyebrow. Never mind the spot on the back of her head where her hair wasn't really growing anymore- at least the strands around it covers the spot...
Her mind's a million miles away from her troubles, though. She's focused on getting the mushrooms, setting her sack down to stuff with a little group of them before hauling it up and moving to the next. She feels paranoid, even in her armor, helmeted head peeking up to scan her surroundings now and then.
Tavernfest!
To be honest, South doesn't care much about the historical part of the festival. She's more interested in the booze, wanting to get drunk as hell and forget about figuring anything out. She has some mushroom money, and after she got some clothes she's more comfortable in than the little bit provided to her, she's not exactly planning on being thrifty with the rest.
So far, she's only gotten two beers. Her plans to get shitfaced are a little sidetracked by the games and such around for the event, she can't help wanting to check them out. It's been so long since she's been to a fair...
Under my Umbrella
Several people had suggested she get an umbrella. They said it wasn't a big deal if she didn't get one, something about sharing, honestly she wasn't paying attention, but said she should consider it. And plenty of the shops seemed to have the same obsession with umbrellas, fancy ones, decorative ones, wildly over the top ones. It's weird.
After she's caught in the fucking rain, though, she get the obsession. She's sopping wet, regretting wearing her clothes instead of armor, and miserable. She tries to find some shelter under a tree, but it's hardly any use. Goddamn it. She'll just go home, fuck it, she didn't want to be out anyways!
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NothingAnything» Preferences: Pansexual
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,redemption» Bio: I don't even fucking know anymore. I'm a Special Unit Guard, so I'll probably be saving your ass at some point or another. You're welcome.