▶ A. GREEN THUMB [ Planting trees for wishes is all well and good, but, like ... that means you actually have to plant a tree. Dig a whole, and shit. Probably water it. That sounds like chores.
Ramir currently sits slumped on a low wall, staring accusingly at the small clutch of seeds and assorted supplies one of the natives had cheerfully pressed upon her. That is, right up until one lucky individual happens to wander by. ]
Hey!
[ Did you feel the flick of a flying seed hit the back of your neck? Maybe. Or maybe you imagined it. The young woman on the wall has such a bright and innocent smile, it couldn’t possibly have come from her. ]
You wanna plant a tree for me? Then I’ll make a wish for it. It’ll be good enough for both of us, promise.
▶ B. POLLINATING [ Did someone say children like to stick flowers to butts? Because it turns out Ramir is pretty into that too. (She saw a kid doing it first, yeah, fine — but the kid had no panache, no style. She’ll stick a flower on a butt and make it look good.)
Maybe you’re talking to someone, maybe you’re at some market stall, maybe you’re being a good citizen and planting some seeds. Either way, there’s a slight tug of fabric butt-wards as Ramir’s expert pick-pocketing hands carefully do their dirty deeds.
Which is to say, there’s a flower on your butt now. It looks great. Ramir sure thinks so, and has stepped back to admire her handiwork with a pleased smile. ]
▶ C. A GRISLY SCENE [ It’s about midday, and down an alleyway not 20 feet from the festivities there’s a brutal murder being committed.
Kind of.
The victim is a puppet, and Ramir is pretty sure it fucking deserved it, therefor it doesn’t really count as murder.
She’s currently busy scowling and tearing off bits and pieces of it with ease, as if the entire thing were a paper doll, and throwing them up and onto either rooftop above. The rest of the puppets watch the gruesome scene with their unsettling stares and little smiles, but that’s okay. She’ll get to them next. ]
▶ D. THIS IS AWKWARD [ The moons do their thing, and Ramir is suddenly very deeply glad that she’d been convinced to keep the stupid bracelet (and subsequently forgot she was wearing it).
Most of the crowd is doing okay, most of them are natives who just look hyped for it all — but anyone reacting poorly stands out. It’s one of those that Ramir sidles towards, looking somewhere between uncomfortable and alarmed. ]
Uh, hey. [ In the tone of voice of a kid who’s about to ask if they can copy your notes in class. Is that the right way to approach someone flipping out under a sexy moon? ] You doing alright? Want, uh, a glass of water?
▶ WILDCARD [ Wildcard me! Or I’m happy to talk out a specific prompt via zeeco or PM. ]
Ana Ramir | Original | open
[ Planting trees for wishes is all well and good, but, like ... that means you actually have to plant a tree. Dig a whole, and shit. Probably water it. That sounds like chores.
Ramir currently sits slumped on a low wall, staring accusingly at the small clutch of seeds and assorted supplies one of the natives had cheerfully pressed upon her. That is, right up until one lucky individual happens to wander by. ]
Hey!
[ Did you feel the flick of a flying seed hit the back of your neck? Maybe. Or maybe you imagined it. The young woman on the wall has such a bright and innocent smile, it couldn’t possibly have come from her. ]
You wanna plant a tree for me? Then I’ll make a wish for it. It’ll be good enough for both of us, promise.
▶ B. POLLINATING
[ Did someone say children like to stick flowers to butts? Because it turns out Ramir is pretty into that too. (She saw a kid doing it first, yeah, fine — but the kid had no panache, no style. She’ll stick a flower on a butt and make it look good.)
Maybe you’re talking to someone, maybe you’re at some market stall, maybe you’re being a good citizen and planting some seeds. Either way, there’s a slight tug of fabric butt-wards as Ramir’s expert pick-pocketing hands carefully do their dirty deeds.
Which is to say, there’s a flower on your butt now. It looks great. Ramir sure thinks so, and has stepped back to admire her handiwork with a pleased smile. ]
▶ C. A GRISLY SCENE
[ It’s about midday, and down an alleyway not 20 feet from the festivities there’s a brutal murder being committed.
Kind of.
The victim is a puppet, and Ramir is pretty sure it fucking deserved it, therefor it doesn’t really count as murder.
She’s currently busy scowling and tearing off bits and pieces of it with ease, as if the entire thing were a paper doll, and throwing them up and onto either rooftop above. The rest of the puppets watch the gruesome scene with their unsettling stares and little smiles, but that’s okay. She’ll get to them next. ]
▶ D. THIS IS AWKWARD
[ The moons do their thing, and Ramir is suddenly very deeply glad that she’d been convinced to keep the stupid bracelet (and subsequently forgot she was wearing it).
Most of the crowd is doing okay, most of them are natives who just look hyped for it all — but anyone reacting poorly stands out. It’s one of those that Ramir sidles towards, looking somewhere between uncomfortable and alarmed. ]
Uh, hey. [ In the tone of voice of a kid who’s about to ask if they can copy your notes in class. Is that the right way to approach someone flipping out under a sexy moon? ] You doing alright? Want, uh, a glass of water?
▶ WILDCARD
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