Nov 8, 2016
“I’m sick of all these people talking.” (from actual human angst mark)
at the comment, brinley merely shrugged her shoulders. she didn’t even know why she was here, nor did she know how. this wasn’t her camp, nor was it a familiar place for the woman. the voice speaking to her sounded familiar, and the face to match it did as well. perhaps she’d ran into him somewhere. she couldn’t exactly remember at this point. either way, the loud voiced around the room were beginning to make her itch with discomfort as well. but, what could she do? just leave? probably.
moving her gaze to the other, she simply stared at them. “leave.” she suggested, a rather blank look on her face. “or man up and deal with it. no need to complain.”