"Ack--Gi' back'ere, Pinky!" Things had gotten a bit... Out of control in the RED base, what with the black-and-blue-haired sniper running about, yelling something about '
inky' and searching under every nook and cranny she came across. What was especially weird is that she was carrying around a little bowl of what looked like some dried out roots and crickets. Although it probably wasn't helping much, the sniper kept gently whispering--"'Ere Pinky, Pinky Pinky... C'mon out ya lil' rascal..." Of course, to anyone with a rather keen eye, there was a small, rabbit-sized marsupial hidden behind a wooden crate. Maybe this was '
inky'? If she had even bothered to notice anyone, Caitlyn would look around, wave her hand and yell over, "'Ey, mate! 'Ave ya 'appened to see a bilby 'round 'ere? Lil' bugga got out again..."
{RP journal just for fun}
Why bonjour, miss.
... G'day, Spah...
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Snoipin's a good job, mate! I's challengin' work, out'a doors. Guarantee you'll not go 'ungry, 'cause at th' end'a th' day, long as there's two people left on th' planet, someone's gonna want someone dead.
Put that away, I don't think a young lady like you should be holding weapons like that.
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"I'd rather not explain my whole past. I think it's better if you find out yourself."- Self
RP account for: ~TF2RP-DA
Main account: ~animedragoon3 (VISIT ME. I HAS TF2 ARTZ)
An' wot's it to ya if I do wanna 'old a weapon?
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Snoipin's a good job, mate! I's challengin' work, out'a doors. Guarantee you'll not go 'ungry, 'cause at th' end'a th' day, long as there's two people left on th' planet, someone's gonna want someone dead.
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"I'd rather not explain my whole past. I think it's better if you find out yourself."- Self
RP account for: ~TF2RP-DA
Main account: ~animedragoon3 (VISIT ME. I HAS TF2 ARTZ)
HROOOO!
((welcome to the rp! C: ))
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