Okay. Erika is not any sort of an expert on desert plant life (or any kind of plant life, actually) but she is pretty sure that’s not normal. Unless these are some of the most fucked up dryads ever to come into being.
...Actually, that would still mean it’s not normal, huh.
She squints through the bright sunlight and shifts to reach for the handgun in her waistband, casting a glance at whoever might be nearby.
“You’re seein’ this too, right?”
B - Divided We Fall
See, supernatural psychological effects are one thing, but it actually is super not helping Erika’s mood to be surrounded by all these fucking trees. She has never much liked nature, never liked being out in the woods, never liked hiking or camping or any of that shit that people go on about as BONDING ACTIVITIES or RECONNECTING WITH NATURE.
Frankly, Erika would like her FIST to connect with the FACE of anyone who tries to drag her into this kind of crap.
Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any punchable person responsible for this.
Which leaves punchable people not responsible for this as her next best option.
Which means that anyone unfortunate enough to step into her vicinity will find a switchblade being pointed at them almost immediately, while Erika’s lip curls back to show animalistic fangs. “Watch it.”
C - Don’t Fear The Succ
“I hate the ocean I hate the ocean I hate the fucking ocean I hate the ocean--”
She absolutely was not this vocal about Hating The Ocean before everything started to go to shit. Now, though, she cannot risk anybody not knowing this absolutely vital information.
She can, however, risk running right the fuck up to one of those tentacles and jabbing her knife into it.
D - Wildcard
(( OOC: Just go for it if you wanna do something else!!))
Erika Fisher | Original
Okay. Erika is not any sort of an expert on desert plant life (or any kind of plant life, actually) but she is pretty sure that’s not normal. Unless these are some of the most fucked up dryads ever to come into being.
...Actually, that would still mean it’s not normal, huh.
She squints through the bright sunlight and shifts to reach for the handgun in her waistband, casting a glance at whoever might be nearby.
“You’re seein’ this too, right?”
B - Divided We Fall
See, supernatural psychological effects are one thing, but it actually is super not helping Erika’s mood to be surrounded by all these fucking trees. She has never much liked nature, never liked being out in the woods, never liked hiking or camping or any of that shit that people go on about as BONDING ACTIVITIES or RECONNECTING WITH NATURE.
Frankly, Erika would like her FIST to connect with the FACE of anyone who tries to drag her into this kind of crap.
Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any punchable person responsible for this.
Which leaves punchable people not responsible for this as her next best option.
Which means that anyone unfortunate enough to step into her vicinity will find a switchblade being pointed at them almost immediately, while Erika’s lip curls back to show animalistic fangs. “Watch it.”
C - Don’t Fear The Succ
“I hate the ocean I hate the ocean I hate the fucking ocean I hate the ocean--”
She absolutely was not this vocal about Hating The Ocean before everything started to go to shit. Now, though, she cannot risk anybody not knowing this absolutely vital information.
She can, however, risk running right the fuck up to one of those tentacles and jabbing her knife into it.
D - Wildcard
(( OOC: Just go for it if you wanna do something else!!))