Hungry and having currency issues.
Characters: Flamingo/Marluxia (
gardenoverlord), Whoever walks past
Date/Time: June 17th
Location: Somewhere on the deck
Rating: PG
Summary: Flamingo needs food and attention...
((ooc: did I post this right..? ;-; ))
Flamingo stood against the railing of the boat, staring off at nothing. Writing in that journal was amusing but that didn't show him the people now did it?
His now silken pink hair, free of that disgusting muck from the cocoon, moved with the slight breeze. He felt refreshed but now was lacking an essential to the human body.
Food.
Where was one to get food, the man wondered. He looked at the small sack given to him by the brat from before. Weighing it in his hand, he opened it to see just how much money was given to him.
Not sure what the currency was but it did not seem like anything he could recall.
So now he didn't know what it was worth. Hopefully a nice meal at least.
Having spoken with a few people through the wonders of their connected journals, Flamingo was eager to meet people other than the ass-faced Drake and the female he 'hatched' after. Who's name he kept forgetting, not that it really mattered.
gardenoverlord), Whoever walks past
Date/Time: June 17th
Location: Somewhere on the deck
Rating: PG
Summary: Flamingo needs food and attention...
((ooc: did I post this right..? ;-; ))
Flamingo stood against the railing of the boat, staring off at nothing. Writing in that journal was amusing but that didn't show him the people now did it?
His now silken pink hair, free of that disgusting muck from the cocoon, moved with the slight breeze. He felt refreshed but now was lacking an essential to the human body.
Food.
Where was one to get food, the man wondered. He looked at the small sack given to him by the brat from before. Weighing it in his hand, he opened it to see just how much money was given to him.
Not sure what the currency was but it did not seem like anything he could recall.
So now he didn't know what it was worth. Hopefully a nice meal at least.
Having spoken with a few people through the wonders of their connected journals, Flamingo was eager to meet people other than the ass-faced Drake and the female he 'hatched' after. Who's name he kept forgetting, not that it really mattered.