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||[Aug. 8th, 2009|09:10 am]
Jak & Daxter Dressing Room
With arms folded over her chest and her gun resting within the holster, Ashelin seems less than amused. Just what's going on anyway?|
"So this is what I get stuck with," she mutters to herself, the disapproval dripping from her tongue.
And there's a massive sigh of utter disbelief, "A bunch of loud-mouthed people who don't seem to know what the hell they're doing. What a waste of time. This place would fall apart if it wasn't for me."
[ ooc: Heeeey. Ashelin's bringing down the house, thanks to the persuasive words of a fabulous Praxis / Torn / et cetera. It's been some time, so any and all comments are welcome and can be forwarded to her HMD of awesome or you can bother me (Ren) on AIM at abirdofebon. Rock on. ]