So... This definitely wasn't the living room, and there was definitely no pizza here. Damn, and she'd been really looking forward to eating, too. She was starving, and...- Well, okay, the fact that she was in an unfamiliar, desolate wasteland probably should have concerned Wanda Wilson more than the fact that she had apparently lost access to that leftover pizza from last week that she'd been about to dig into, but in her defense, it had been some
damn good pizza! With that being said, she intended to find whatever offender had pulled her away from it and serve them sweet, delicious justice!
--Okay, bad idiom. ...Simile? Hyperbole-- Oh, what-fuckin'-ever.
It was with determination that the totally eloquent lady garbed in red and black scratched her ear as she looked around with a rumbling stomach in a totally, one-hundred percent lady-like manner, seeking the offender. But she saw... Nothing. Blood, darkness, and--
[BCOLOR=#ffff00]Sooo. What's the deal with that big, menacing castle? [/BCOLOR]
I dunno. It seems kinda scary.
[BCOLOR=#ffff00]...Want to go check it out? Maybe they've got pizza. Or someone with an ass to kick.[/BCOLOR]
You had me at pizza.
"Sooo... I hate to interrupt the little 'sexual tension' thing you two have got going on and all, really, but do either of you know what's up with this lovely post-apocalyptic air we've got going on here?" A new voice chimed in on the conversation between Sonja and Weaver, casually poking her head between the two as she joined them with a surprising amount of energy and lack of wariness, considering the situation they were in.
[BCOLOR=#ffff00]I don't remember signing up for The Walking Dead.[/BCOLOR]
Since when have we signed up for any of the s%#* we've wound up in?
[BCOLOR=#ffff00]...Touche.[/BCOLOR]
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