but here's an fyi, YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE SCREAMING
Characters: Lilith phasebitchin, Ripa 'Moramee defiant_rage, anyone who might stop by?
Date: Late morning
Location: Gymnasium
Rating: Ahm. With her mouth, PG-13 at the least. Could go up to R depending on how violentnasty it gets. (That's a probably.)
Put a Siren with a bad case of wanderlust, sadism and self-importance into one place, tell her she couldn't leave, and you got one prissy Lilith. As soon as she caught herself slipping into complacence, her belligerence reared its head and she threw some kind of tantrum. The difference between these fits and the one broadcasted from Deck 11 is that instead of screaming at the boat without rhyme or reason, she concentrated the futile rage into a ready, healthier solution: finding and beating the crap out of something.
If the good Captain gave them facilities, dammit if Lilith wasn't going to take advantage of everything she could. It wouldn't do to get lazy and inactive anyway. She did have a shape to maintain.
And that was how a woman with curiously styled hair, a mostly-empty holster and a shield strapped to her belt ended up in the gym, slamming repeatedly into the sandbag.
Date: Late morning
Location: Gymnasium
Rating: Ahm. With her mouth, PG-13 at the least. Could go up to R depending on how violentnasty it gets. (That's a probably.)
Put a Siren with a bad case of wanderlust, sadism and self-importance into one place, tell her she couldn't leave, and you got one prissy Lilith. As soon as she caught herself slipping into complacence, her belligerence reared its head and she threw some kind of tantrum. The difference between these fits and the one broadcasted from Deck 11 is that instead of screaming at the boat without rhyme or reason, she concentrated the futile rage into a ready, healthier solution: finding and beating the crap out of something.
If the good Captain gave them facilities, dammit if Lilith wasn't going to take advantage of everything she could. It wouldn't do to get lazy and inactive anyway. She did have a shape to maintain.
And that was how a woman with curiously styled hair, a mostly-empty holster and a shield strapped to her belt ended up in the gym, slamming repeatedly into the sandbag.