Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2022 18:08:57 GMT -5
[for Othello Allemeade]
She was in a right pissy mood. It was her day off and yet everything was pissing her off. Maybe it was some of the Coheedsmen boys younger'n her that thought they could try something cause they thought they were hot shit who could back up what they said when she said she'd go for a scrap. Maybe it was the rather disappointing lay the night before that she honestly could care less about remembering the guy's name. Coulda been the heat, or everything all together. Regardless she was in a mood, down for a scrap, and at the moment there was one very punchable face in mind that she might could goad into a fight. Well, spar.
So she stalked down to the dock, glaring in the heat with her hair braided back and looking for one man in particular. Wasn't his fault that sometimes his face reminded her of her father enough that being down for a scrap was cathartic, was it? Eh, she didn't care. Looking round the docks, lean and lithe compared to the rest of the men around, it wasn't hard to spot her when she was deliberately making herself known looking for the man. If he wasn't down for a scrap then she guessed she'd be shit out o' luck.
"Othello!"
She was in a right pissy mood. It was her day off and yet everything was pissing her off. Maybe it was some of the Coheedsmen boys younger'n her that thought they could try something cause they thought they were hot shit who could back up what they said when she said she'd go for a scrap. Maybe it was the rather disappointing lay the night before that she honestly could care less about remembering the guy's name. Coulda been the heat, or everything all together. Regardless she was in a mood, down for a scrap, and at the moment there was one very punchable face in mind that she might could goad into a fight. Well, spar.
So she stalked down to the dock, glaring in the heat with her hair braided back and looking for one man in particular. Wasn't his fault that sometimes his face reminded her of her father enough that being down for a scrap was cathartic, was it? Eh, she didn't care. Looking round the docks, lean and lithe compared to the rest of the men around, it wasn't hard to spot her when she was deliberately making herself known looking for the man. If he wasn't down for a scrap then she guessed she'd be shit out o' luck.
"Othello!"
