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[ A mouth! A mouth, with some seriously sharp shark-teeth going on. Also a good few piercings. Lips, tongue, even a few Monroe studs. There's a bloody gash on one side of this pair of lips, and they twist together for a disapproving cluck. ]
Motherfucker. Figures, right? You go and get your ass ressed, and don't even get full fucking HP. That's a shitty system.
[ The view pulls out, and suddenly there's a big golden-eyed scowl being aimed down at the mirror as she tongues that bloody gash. ]
I mean, fuck, don't get me wrong! Happy to be alive? Sure! I pretty much assumed I was on my last life there, and about to buy the whole fucking farm for good. Retire to goat-sucking and sheep fucking. Shack up with some asshole with a beer gut, have like eight retarded-ass snotbuckets to run around and make more snotbuckets. Only, it looks like torrid, steamy affairs with rednecks and farm animals aren't on the list! Or, hey, maybe some hippy highjacked Hell? 'Cuz I sure as fuck wasn't headed to go make tongues with Saint Peter.
[ She pauses, seeming to do something a little unnatural: think for a few seconds. And, yeah, she's still absently fiddling with that rip in her lip. Fiddling that slowly gets more and more involved, until she's obviously been distracted from whatever thinking she was doing. Look, she can stick her tongue out through it! That gets a grin, until she suddenly remembers where she was going with all that. ]
Oh, yeah. Anyone got any hoops? Some old fuck with a string ripped mine out.
Motherfucker. Figures, right? You go and get your ass ressed, and don't even get full fucking HP. That's a shitty system.
[ The view pulls out, and suddenly there's a big golden-eyed scowl being aimed down at the mirror as she tongues that bloody gash. ]
I mean, fuck, don't get me wrong! Happy to be alive? Sure! I pretty much assumed I was on my last life there, and about to buy the whole fucking farm for good. Retire to goat-sucking and sheep fucking. Shack up with some asshole with a beer gut, have like eight retarded-ass snotbuckets to run around and make more snotbuckets. Only, it looks like torrid, steamy affairs with rednecks and farm animals aren't on the list! Or, hey, maybe some hippy highjacked Hell? 'Cuz I sure as fuck wasn't headed to go make tongues with Saint Peter.
[ She pauses, seeming to do something a little unnatural: think for a few seconds. And, yeah, she's still absently fiddling with that rip in her lip. Fiddling that slowly gets more and more involved, until she's obviously been distracted from whatever thinking she was doing. Look, she can stick her tongue out through it! That gets a grin, until she suddenly remembers where she was going with all that. ]
Oh, yeah. Anyone got any hoops? Some old fuck with a string ripped mine out.