ISLA
"Flirty, complimenting ladies, a sucker for a tragic romance and you chose rocks over shells, like a really big strong man," Isla teases, her fanged grin flashing in the moonlight. "Careful, or I might start to think your personality is only skin deep." Giving him a bump with her shoulder, Isla scoots her foot across the sand so she can determine where they need to throw from, before she's stepping up.
She almost wants to give him a push as he's half bowing, just to see if he falls over, but thinks better of it. And with her first throw, her shell lands with a disappointing plap in the sand of the outermost ring. "So that's 10 then." She laughs, shaking her head. "Shells are not aerodynamic, and I'll be using that as an excuse for the rest of this game, okay?"
She almost wants to give him a push as he's half bowing, just to see if he falls over, but thinks better of it. And with her first throw, her shell lands with a disappointing plap in the sand of the outermost ring. "So that's 10 then." She laughs, shaking her head. "Shells are not aerodynamic, and I'll be using that as an excuse for the rest of this game, okay?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
