dross, captain
she, her
25
august 17
Lilycove, Hoenn
bisexual
sailor / treasure hunter
nautica owner
how bold I was, could be - will be - still am
TAG WITH @skyler
skyler dross
peel at the edges [carnival]
POSTED ON Aug 24, 2023 20:18:16 GMT
[attr="class","skyler"] It was less that Skyler was privy to League intel and more that she was in possession of an unerring sense to find trouble wherever she went - for herself and whoever stood in her presence. It should be a statistical impossibility to find Elisabeth Fiorelli in this crowd, in a disguise of sorts no less. It was as if the more the Rocket Underboss tried to hide, the more Skyler's attention felt subconsciously drawn to her. Like a particularly stubborn pest. To add insult to injury, she hadn't even been paying attention to her surroundings, too busy biting into the flesh of a caramelized peach and enjoying its juiciness. Her eyes have a hard time focusing, but she blinks the haze away just in time to lock eyes with Elisabeth Fiorelli - or her sunglasses. It doesn't matter, not really, not when recognition sharpens into steely intent. Skyler's lips pull into a deeply satisfied smirk. Quickly, she starts pushing back against the crowd, uncaring for the elbows being stuck in other people's faces, and the resulting shouts left in her single-minded wake. She disappears often, only to pop back up again, closer. Buttercup is breathed against the cooling late afternoon air, lost somewhere amid the crowd. But her eyes never stray from a face she'd recognize anywhere. Was she after revenge? Justice? A good time bullying the Rocket member? Who knows. [newclass=.skyler] [/newclass][newclass=.skyler b] color: #6592a0; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.skyler i] color: #6592a0; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.skyler u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #6592a0; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.skyler a] text-transform:uppercase!important; [/newclass]
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