[In the blistering heat, one would think anyone wearing a hoodie would take it off as soon as they could. Red, however, currently was ignoring such common sense. All of this made her feel alive. Who knew that's what the sun looked like? That it could create such heat!
If she could bring back such knowledge to the rest of the Dawn then it would surely put a spring in their step. Her hood didn't block much of the light as she tries to stare up at the sky, making her stop to blink every once in a while.]
United We Stand; Who's afraid of the big bad cactus?
[Later, though, there might be some laughter coming over the sand. Snip--and a large chunk of plant flesh falls down. The giant pair of scissors, black with pink edging, swing through the air as it makes quick work of the enraged cacti.
Maybe just for a moment, blue eyes flash pink as the girl fights on.] Marchen or not I'll make mincemeat out of you--!
Divided We Fall; I give myself very good advice
[Red Riding Hood might have felt some odd comfort in the forest. It seemed familiar in a strange far off way as so many things often did. This clearly wasn't part of the Jail and there were no monsters. It was growing but in a natural way.
The only problem was that her hoodie had moments ago been stuck on a tree branch. Frantic, she's holding the coat out her eyes trying to find any sort of tear. There's a small one near the edge and--]
You've got to be kidding me! [She... might sound on the edge of crying.] It can't be that bad. Yeah. It can't be. If I just brush the dirt off it'll be like brand new. Yeah.
Red Riding Hood | Mary Skelter: Nightmares
[In the blistering heat, one would think anyone wearing a hoodie would take it off as soon as they could. Red, however, currently was ignoring such common sense. All of this made her feel alive. Who knew that's what the sun looked like? That it could create such heat!
If she could bring back such knowledge to the rest of the Dawn then it would surely put a spring in their step. Her hood didn't block much of the light as she tries to stare up at the sky, making her stop to blink every once in a while.]
United We Stand; Who's afraid of the big bad cactus?
[Later, though, there might be some laughter coming over the sand. Snip--and a large chunk of plant flesh falls down. The giant pair of scissors, black with pink edging, swing through the air as it makes quick work of the enraged cacti.
Maybe just for a moment, blue eyes flash pink as the girl fights on.] Marchen or not I'll make mincemeat out of you--!
Divided We Fall; I give myself very good advice
[Red Riding Hood might have felt some odd comfort in the forest. It seemed familiar in a strange far off way as so many things often did. This clearly wasn't part of the Jail and there were no monsters. It was growing but in a natural way.
The only problem was that her hoodie had moments ago been stuck on a tree branch. Frantic, she's holding the coat out her eyes trying to find any sort of tear. There's a small one near the edge and--]
You've got to be kidding me! [She... might sound on the edge of crying.] It can't be that bad. Yeah. It can't be. If I just brush the dirt off it'll be like brand new. Yeah.
[Ignore her.]
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