[ Dom isn't a wuss, not by a long shot — but she's also from the city. A city full of tall buildings and smooth roads and open beaches, and honestly, her boots are too heavy on the tread to be completely practical in swampy marsh or while trekking across tangled, uneven vines in search of shelter and food (food that won't murder them all, preferably).

She gives a firm kick when her boot catches on roots for the fiftieth time, catching her balance up against a tree. A slimy tree, because of course everything in this forest is disgusting for no discernible reason. She draws her hand back quickly, giving it a sharp shake. ]

Do you know how many people I'd kill to get us some wheels, because—

[ Cue her starting forward again and nearly falling on her face. The vines are back on her boot, though she could've sworn she just kicked them off—

The confusion clears up quickly. The vine starts to shift as she's watching, sliding over the hard leather of her boot before she abruptly yanks her foot away. ]

I suggest we streak, and soon.

username: swift

what's good for fun around here?
i mean real fun. high-octane, engine rattling fun. amateurs need not apply.

unless you consider good food fun, then you can apply anyway. getting desperate for anything that won't give me visions or crank my stomach.

( Write your own adventure!! )