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[p2iioniicii2t]

Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

Comments

[ex_fintastic398]

It looks great!

[ She washes her hands off in the water and works at shortening the front of her hair a little more. ]

[420]

[It looks like he fought a lawn mower. Of course, it looks great.

He flips the mirror in his long fingers, holding it out in case she wants to look at herself as well.]

You too, sister. Looks real fuckin' good.

[ex_fintastic398]

[ She's using her imagination! Once she gets it to "good enough", she puts the knife away. She can't help but stop and admire it again in the mirror though. ]

Thanks! And thanks for the help, I really feel a lot better now. And lighter! Wow, it's like I don't have to work so hard to hold my head up, you know?

[420]

Ain't no biggie, sis. And I bet. You were all in the possession of being having a whole fuckin' load of hair.

[ex_fintastic398]

Yeah, you don't notice how much it weighs when you're underwater! How about you, is it already weird to reach up and not feel anything?