zombie
he/him/his
twenty-one
freelancer
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
welcome to lady hell
POSTED ON Jul 14, 2019 5:38:32 GMT
"what, but getting a bounty's the best part about being a bad guy!" zombie, lazily, whined. with a slothful smile, he'd look back to his liepard. ordering him to move into fight the toxicroak. as liepard fought the toxicroak, zombie returned his attention back onto the female. "if people aren't talking about you, then are you really doing something with your life?" he earned his bounty. but not under this guise or look. "i wear this to myself so people don't recognize me you know, i work really hard on this every morning." he'd touch the right side of his cheek, chuckling. "ah man, feels like i'm actual burned victim or something." and, then, she spoke with a stinging tone. "alright, alright, marie it is." she was unfun and just full of troublesome attitude, women. "well, our leader does suck i heard. guys got anger management issues as well. i don't want any part of that, so i'll be fine being a lowly grunt that's just another face." and let's keep it that way. he heard rumors about that madman, 'the mad luxray' some called him. "eh? me? i'm worth--" oh, liepard was finished. he'd toss a pokeball at the toxicroak. catching it only to continue, "so, about what i was saying, you gotta guess my name to find out." zombie, lazily, grinned. notes: capturing toxicroak. |
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