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| So how am I doing? This is my first time playing Fang and any and all constructive criticism is welcome. You can even tell me what I'm doing right so I make sure to keep it up!
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| [Fang is sitting in the windowsill of her room, watching the storm outside. If one has been paying attention, they'll notice now that her funky tattoo/brand/thing on her right arm is gone. Occasionally a flash of lightning will light up her face, showing just how blank her expression is.
It's like this for a few long moments, but then she groans and runs a hand through her hair and...runs into a tangle.
Which is apparently a very vile thing, because she brings that patch of her into her sight and frowns at it.
And then gives up with a heavy sigh. It's just not worth it.]
...I need a drink. | |
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| [Fang is sitting outside somewhere, her hair lightly blowing in the slight breeze. She's not sad, but she's not happy, either, just...pensive, it seems.]
So...when you can't remember something important, how do you all deal with it? Like, you have that nagging feeling in the back of your head that you need to figure out, but...when you try, nothing ever comes of it?
[Sigh. She frowns, figuring that she'll never figure it out. And it's so frustrating because what good can she do if she can't even remember part of her own life?] | |
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| All right. So how many of you knuckleheads got yourselves bitten or killed last week? Apparently you're the worst at listening when people tell you not to do something stupid.
Don't make me end up babysitting you all. I'm not good at it and I don't take morons under my wing. | |
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| [Have a Fang leaning against a tree, arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping in annoyance.
Yeah, she's not amused. For a certain tune is following her around, non-stop, mocking her.]Oh, screw off, Animus. [A few more moments of the lyrics and Fang growls, picking up a piece of rubble laying around before she throws it somewhere off-screen. It's impossible to tell where the piece went, but Fang's got a good arm. Maybe she hit her target.
That'd be nice.]I hope that hit you in the eye! And if it didn't, I still plan on finding you and stabbing you. Sick freaks. - Tags:amazon girl, anger management, because violence solves everything, didn't kiss a girl, doesn't have a boyfriend, event: music is in the air, fang is not katy perry, fang is tired of this fuckery, fml, oerba yun fang, slightly homicidal, wtf animus
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| Okay, explain something to me.
What's all this about people coming back from dying here? Last I checked, that's cheating. | |
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| [Look who's chilling in a tree near her tree pod. Yep, that's Fang. And she makes sitting on a tree branch high above the ground look easy, graceful, even. Leave it to the questionably mad person to be good at this sort of dangerous thing.]
Relax, people. That jungle last week was a piece of cake. Besides, no one died, right?
[She smiles slightly and makes an amused noise in her throat, tilting her head to one side.]
That's right, boys and girls. Nothin' to get your panties in a twist over. | |
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| [The feed turns on to show Fang standing in her room, which is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the dirt and blood on her arms, some of which is her own. Her l'Cie brand, however, is untouched, even if one slice seems to have gone right through it. After a moment, she sighs and drops down onto her bed, reaching to the nightstand for a washcloth and water. Her face is also a little dirty, with a few smudges on her cheek and forehead.
And so she begins to silently wipe away the grime, barely grimacing when her small wounds are revealed. They're nothing she can't handle, though. Fang has been through so much worse.
Fang's lost Vanille before, too. but that sort of wound will never heal as easily.
Once she's done wiping away the remnants of her time in the Wastes, she lays the dirty cloth on the nightstand and runs a hand through her unruly hair. Again, she doesn't move for a few moments, but she chances a glance upward and sees that the PCD is recording. Growling, she quickly picks it up and throws it at the wall.
A quick blur of the room is seen before the feed shuts off suddenly.] | |
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| ...This world's some bother, eh? Seems everyone and their mother has either been out causing trouble or gettin' in the way.
If anyone wants to blow off some steam, let me know. Think my spear's gathering some dust.
Yes, Vanille, this includes you, too. | |
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| [Fang is laying on her back on her bed, wearing nothing but her short, black top that doubles as a bra, and her black boy shorts. Is she trying to tempt someone? Maybe. Fang is Fang.
Or is it laundry day? That may be more accurate. That sari doesn't wash itself.
So with one leg bent at the knee, she balances her other leg on that thigh, showing off so much olive skin in the process, but she doesn't seem to mind. Knowing full well she's being recorded, Fang looks sideways to the PCD and smirks, before picking up one of the animal tails that usually hangs on her belt. She outstretches her arm above her head, letting the tail dangle beyond the edge.]
Arthur, it's been so long since I've last visited my cousin. Do you miss me?
[ooc: As far as I know, Fang has Vanille for a sister and Arthur as her cousin...while she's possibly been disowned for questionable sanity issues~ If I'm wrong or missing someone, let me know!] | |
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