plank
she/her
seventeen
march 19th
pacifidlog town
homosexual
rocket grunt
grunt
what's wrong? does nobody here love you? do you feel alone? need somebody to hold you?
TAG WITH @plank
peggie vela
it's just us now [solo wild]
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2021 21:53:51 GMT
[attr="class","spiral"] "This place isn't lookin' half bad," Plank murmurs to herself, grunting as she pulls and pushes a bit on the supports of her tent -- making sure they're properly in place. The little (literal) hole in a wall she'd laid claim to is finally starting to come together. The tent is up and somehow doesn't take up the whole space. Inside she's got anything that might be sensitive to dripping water -- canned food, a radio, her comics, a little stovetop. Outside she's got spare parts for her diving equipment, a shitty folding chair she found (that's pretty much it actually). Oh yeah, and Sassy and Bunker. The Simipour and Drednaw were acquainted not too long ago and seem to get along alright. She promised the latter he could stay here after being caught, but it seemed fucked up to leave him here alone. "Hey, you guys hungry?" She asks, poking her head out of the tent to look at the two of them. They both look at her. Bunker offers only the vaguest of grunts, but Sassy looks excited at the idea; she leans over top of Bunker's shell, hands flat against its surface and an obvious smile on her face. "Got it, let's break this stovetop in then," She actually doesn't cook often, at all, but how hard can it be to heat up some canned food or whatever? @wildmod [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #f9993d[/newclass]
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