IF MY BABY DON'T WANNA KNOW

*Karmen* · 08-26-2013, 12:44 PM

The bog was blanketed in a sickly miasma, crawling through the gangly limbs and touching the filthy, black water. Dense colonies of moss clung to the trees, hanging still in the stagnant air. And amongst the hovering gnats and unidentifiable winged-things, Karmen Roe, tippy-toeing on one of the few solid boulders in sight. How she managed to isolate herself from the pathways that lead out of this swamp still remained a mystery. Her brow furrowed in mute frustration as she peered over the edge and tried to identify her reflection.

The water belched at her and her face crumpled in disgust.

The mud and dirt wasn't her issue, in fact, Miss Roe loved getting dirty on the special occasion. But tenacious quicksand that would choke the life out of someone and deteriorate them into plant fertilizer wasn't something Karmen particularly yearned for. Her petite doll-like body would be gulped whole, effortlessly, like a swallow of water. An inaudible whine escaped her mouth as she gave up looking for an escape and flopped down on her span of rock, crossed her legs and grumpily pouted.

As much as she loved the attention, Karmen did not like being a damsel in distress.

(ooc: IM SORRY IT IS SO SHORT I TRIED :c)

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