[DNA] when your lies collide, you'll think of me Nov 12, 2019 7:42:58 GMT
Post by Harlequin on Nov 12, 2019 7:42:58 GMT
OPEN PROMPT: Not all is as good as it seems! Have a thread where your character spreads a preposterous rumor about their new houseguests! What’s the root of this rumor? Is there some truth to it? Or is it something they just pulled out of their butt?
Harlequin knew very little about how her gangmates felt about their guests... but one thing she knew was that she didn't like them. They were like the Yardies... but worse. Throwing their weight around, slobbering on shit that wasn't theirs, breathing air that wasn't theirs... ugh!
Icy blue eyes narrowed, thinking of a Saint she saw ambling along on the beach earlier. His stumpy legs and heavy paws sunk right into the squishy sand, making it take double the effort for him to walk. Oh well.
Aside from sneering at their flailing effort to make themselves part of the area, Harlequin did very little to welcome them to the fold. Dizzybird spoke of welcoming the Saints into their home like they were one of them - but Harlequin hadn't forgotten the attitude of the Saints when they rescued their gangmates. She hoped she didn't find Mora snapping around here... because she could rightfully give her a piece of her mind...
Harlequin snorted, sending little grains of sand flying as she paced around the food stockpile for at least the twenty-sixth time. As a Scout, it was part of her job to ensure their 'house guests' weren't sneaking food from the gang's stockpile. There had to have been a reason they were so bulky and fat.
Open to one other Crab! It's gossiping time Harlequin has terrible views of the Saints and wants to share some of her salt with one of her gangmates Dated for Apr 16th, 10 am. Set in the food storage cave toward the back of the cave system, away from most prying ears.