forgive me, 'cause sometimes i forget
Aisha's sunny yellow handprint was the perfect touch, a bright beacon of light for trainees to shoot and attempt to pierce. Deimos seemed equally satisfied, if not less so - in this drunken moment this handprint was the best thing she'd ever seen, she could practically cry - and soon after deciding it done he called once more for everyone to commence cleaning.
Aisha was only partially aware of the water that surrounded her boots, at least until it seeped in and the cold hit her toes. She glanced down at the bucket that appeared, thought about whether or not it was worth it, then decided she'd play the part. With a gasp at the coldness, she reached in, grabbed her sponge, then set about scrubbing away some paint.
Once it was finished she didn't waste a moment hurrying back towards the large wooden doors to the barracks. She tossed a wink in the direction of a fellow soldier, hoping they might join her to get warm or whatever, then sent a playful nod towards Deimos. They'd done good, and had fun, that made it all worth it.
Aisha decides to clean and then peaces out ;D
Aisha was only partially aware of the water that surrounded her boots, at least until it seeped in and the cold hit her toes. She glanced down at the bucket that appeared, thought about whether or not it was worth it, then decided she'd play the part. With a gasp at the coldness, she reached in, grabbed her sponge, then set about scrubbing away some paint.
Once it was finished she didn't waste a moment hurrying back towards the large wooden doors to the barracks. She tossed a wink in the direction of a fellow soldier, hoping they might join her to get warm or whatever, then sent a playful nod towards Deimos. They'd done good, and had fun, that made it all worth it.
Aisha decides to clean and then peaces out ;D
i got my own two hands clenched around my neck
AISHA
