Post by Terezi Pyrope on Dec 28, 2010 23:38:10 GMT -5
She was smelling the counters, the tables, everywhere. Terezi had her cane, yes, but that was hardly useful for the libra. She could get around like this. Licking things that shouldn’t be licked by the average person and smelling things that would usually turn heads and make people concerned about the blind girl’s sanity. But there were no humans around. Terezi was all alone in this human marketplace. And apparently, there was food.
Trolls didn’t need this food. They could survive very well on their own with their own kind of food. As long as it wasn’t Sopor Slime. They had been taught to not eat such things, lest it to strange things to a young troll’s head. Even Terezi knew to not eat it, even though her caretaker hadn’t awoken by the time she was created. But Gamzee didn’t know, did he? Crazy boy was eating that stuff all the time, then he’d turn on a lava lamp and stare at it.
Speaking of Gamzee, where was he? Where was Karkat? Where was Vriska? Hell, where was Terezi’s computer? She probably wasn’t even near a place where a computer could be found.
All she had was her cane and her chalk that she had in her pocket. The troll licked her lips at the thought of her chalk, but she’d have to savour it. It would probably be a while until she found anymore. Instead, she opted to taking off her glasses and licking the red lenses, her candy-red eyes staring forward with crusts of diluted, teal tears dried around her eyelids. It’s not that she was crying, no, they had been there ever since her incident. Roasted water, she presumed.
Continuing to absently lick her glasses, Terezi kept walking, occasionally giving the cane a wave. If someone spotted her, they may would help the poor blind girl.
The poor blind girl who was licking her glasses and shining her teeth that were sharp as a knife, but the poor blind girl regardless. What was the point of details?
All she could hope for (not that trolls hoped for much) was that, maybe, someone she knew was here. Karkat, or Vriska, or, hell, even some dickhead like Equius. Someone she knew and could joyfully be with without feeling maybe sort of awkward with talking to them.
She could very well smell the lingering scent of death around her, and it scared her. She didn’t know what was around her, and if there was something there, she didn’t know how close or how far they were. A corpse was a hard thing to pick up the scent of.
Trolls didn’t need this food. They could survive very well on their own with their own kind of food. As long as it wasn’t Sopor Slime. They had been taught to not eat such things, lest it to strange things to a young troll’s head. Even Terezi knew to not eat it, even though her caretaker hadn’t awoken by the time she was created. But Gamzee didn’t know, did he? Crazy boy was eating that stuff all the time, then he’d turn on a lava lamp and stare at it.
Speaking of Gamzee, where was he? Where was Karkat? Where was Vriska? Hell, where was Terezi’s computer? She probably wasn’t even near a place where a computer could be found.
All she had was her cane and her chalk that she had in her pocket. The troll licked her lips at the thought of her chalk, but she’d have to savour it. It would probably be a while until she found anymore. Instead, she opted to taking off her glasses and licking the red lenses, her candy-red eyes staring forward with crusts of diluted, teal tears dried around her eyelids. It’s not that she was crying, no, they had been there ever since her incident. Roasted water, she presumed.
Continuing to absently lick her glasses, Terezi kept walking, occasionally giving the cane a wave. If someone spotted her, they may would help the poor blind girl.
The poor blind girl who was licking her glasses and shining her teeth that were sharp as a knife, but the poor blind girl regardless. What was the point of details?
All she could hope for (not that trolls hoped for much) was that, maybe, someone she knew was here. Karkat, or Vriska, or, hell, even some dickhead like Equius. Someone she knew and could joyfully be with without feeling maybe sort of awkward with talking to them.
She could very well smell the lingering scent of death around her, and it scared her. She didn’t know what was around her, and if there was something there, she didn’t know how close or how far they were. A corpse was a hard thing to pick up the scent of.
