she walked up to the group, not sure how to start interacting. "So...like...we gonna go capture the kidnapper dude or what?" she asked, sounding very different from the others. She spoke in a more modern english, and there was a slight hint of a Californian accent, but not the stereotypical kind, much more subtle. She fidgeted with her knuckle knife holstered on her jeans, running her finger over the engraving.
Be fantastic, Kill walkers, Tame creatures, Allon-sy!
Driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cakehole
What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks. I found a liquor store and I drank it. Am I The only one zen around here? INTJ-T. Slytherin.