The group around her bickered as Donna tried to rest her eyes, she hadn't slept for nights due to the uneasy situations - She lingered in the city which was full of dead, she couldn't risk her life for a moment of rest -.
Finally after a few more moments, Donna stood up and slung her duffel bag around her shoulder, her gaze rather calm and her expression surprisingly gentle. "Where to?"
Master Crim said
Finding a perfect condition saber in an old farmhouse makes no sense at all. Unless the old couple decided to be pirates of old then forget their weapon when they skedaddled out to sea.
But in all seriousness, keep this RP at a realistic level. This RP is turning into shit fast, and if you guys start making realistic decisions instead of prancing around and turning everything you touch into pure bullshit, this RP will be far from done and dead.
As the group bickered, Donna sat down on the couch and took this time to take a small nap, she crossed her arms and leaned her head back, slowly closing her eyes and dozing off.
"She was coming at you with fucking weapons, and you thank me by telling me I'm a useless asset?" Donna crossed her arms and turned her head to the side. This group was far too stupid for her taste. She glanced at Ginger and relaxed slightly, he backed her up, and Donna felt rather thankful for that. "Legally, most of us are adults, maturity is a big thing here."