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TlazolteotlOn Deck!! / Mess~~!!
"Do ya know where we can find this damn Engine Room?" said the scruffy, scrappy looking Les Mis.
Those eyes. Dayaaaam... She just could not hold gaze with those wild icy blues; too intense for too long. She had to look away as she spoke.“No, I don't but I'mma just follow along--”
“Tam... Tam...” said Neko-Chan, soooooo adorable and complete kawaii finger pushing up at her own nose. He then pointed over at Les Mis and said: “Mosh. Shtay wif Mosh...”
“Awwwwww...! he gunna shtay wif Mosh...!” Tamara-Jane giggled, in the madness of this salty wet and stormy skied heaven, and weirdo dubbed English, the teen actually giggled. And for just a brief moment, the actual chick that lived in Cheerleader, Canada shone through her baby blues as she stared fondly at the exasperated look upon Les Mis when she stared over at the blank eyed look of Neko-Chan here! “And TamTam gunna shtay-shtay with Les Mis here too, yeah-yeah! Soooo... like, hey, Neko-chan, who're you cosplayin' there? Looks soooooo real--”
Of course the voice of the Angelman had to remind her that she was dead. Just had to: “You'll find your fox in heaven if your heart is pure,” Thin black eye-brows slowly raised as she turned to face the big fella. Wows. Like just totes wows... TamTam's eyes glistened and a secret thought bled through her head for just a moment like a little girl waiting expectantly at the window, staring longingly at the driveway.
“Save them, please... amirite? Fo' sho, Angelman...” once more she nodded graciously and followed the fox she thought was not a fox but her dead love in disguise.
Kitsune. A shapeshifter. A spirit, playful, yet purposeful, said LynLyn. But which one was this one? Of goodness of badness. Of Mirth or Malice, was how LynLyn put it. But whatever the case, TamTam would follow and she would find her answer.
From out the maw of the fox, the fuzzy bunny with the strings attached to it fell and flopped to the waiting trapdoor. Twisted and damp, its black bunny eyes stared out accusingly at Tamara-Jane.
This fox. It was both. Mirth and Malice. Both hands shot up to cradle her chin and white heat of pain shot through her as she bumped the cut on her chin. But it sobered her up to the situation.
She was being selfish again. All she could think about was herself. No, TamTam was not stuck up, but sometimes... just sometimes--
“--I hate when you get like that. You should hear your selfish-ass self sometime...!” she mumbled. And she could not help but cry now, bitter waters running down her cheeks like water through the cracks to the deck below. That was one of the last things Crystal-Lynne ever said to her. Before the tears blurred it out from her view, she saw the symbol of her selfishness; the pad lock.
She walked--- no, she bolted past those jangling things on her wild imaginings that LynLyn was out here to grant her salvation and reprieve from guilt. And oh, she was here, but not like how the blue-eyed cheerleader wanted. No. LynLyn did not take Tamara-Jane's crap; she would shove it back into her face. Just like now. Just like how she could have just reached out and grabbed those keys.
And she was sure one of those forsaken iron things would have fit. And like how she pleaded the Angelman, she could have been the one to 'save them.' But all she wanted was what she wanted. All she acted was for her own stupid emotions.
Tamara-Jane stumbled back into the first person behind her as Innocent reached for another barrel. She just could not stand there, leaning into someone else, when she could have done something. She just could not. 'C'mon, TJ, do something! Kick its ass!' Oh, Kaylee...! Miss ya, big sis...
“I-I saw them...! Keys! O-on the door of the mapped up room!!! We have to get them... like 10 minutes ago, err'body! Or just--”
She cut herself off and just shook her head while looking for input from the others. A sinking feeling her belly grew for all she could do right now was hope that the liquid from the barrels would at least stop the burning below deck.