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Morticia sighed softly, eyes closed as she enjoyed the cooling effects of the water. Maybe she'd spend a few extra minutes here.

Morticia strode down to the water, deciding that just brushing the sand off wasn't working. She removed her boots, figuring that she might well enjoy the action of removing the sand. She waded in to knee depth, bending slightly to stick her arms in.

((Probably have your character go digging for bag because if curiosity?))

Morticia guessed whomever the girl, or whatever she was, had to do with her current schooling arrangement. It wouldn't matter to her, of course, as she would hardly care to socialize with anyone.

"Yes, and that shouldn't matter to you," Morticia stated, walking further up the beach to put distance between her and the girl. Nosy people weren't the kind of people she commonly socialized with, let alone did she even socialize with anyone.

There was no sign of digging, but the bag was soon in the depths of the sand. Brushing the little particles from her arms and legs, she turned to go. The next batch of bodies would need to be elsewhere, and better protected from beach erosion. Right now, however, this was not her concern.

Morticia rolled her eyes, continuing the pull of the bag. She got quite a distance away before she decided that this was the spot. There was a faint rustling from the bag, which she silenced with a solid placement of her foot.

"And I'm not your friend," Morty retorted, brows quirked, "I don't need to answer your questions, or continue speaking to you." She turned her focus back on the large black bag, clammy fingers wrapping around the plastic material as she tugged forward again.

"For me to know, and for you to never know," Morticia replied plainly. She didn't need this girl knowing anything about her. The most that could happen would be that she would continuing attempting to engage in conversation.

Morticia's gaze moved up to the girl as she approached. Her own eyes narrowed, taking in the girl's features. She was thin and tall, with nice curves. This would affect Morty in now way, she decided as there was no need to interact with her. "No, and no," she said curtly, hands on her hips.

The black bag Morticia was currently dragging was far to heavy. She should hav thought this through more. Her milky white curls were sticking to her forehead with the phantom perspiration from the strenuous activity. Her main goal was to get it buried, or maybe watch it float away to see. It was all spare parts really. The clothing she'd chosen on hadn't been ideal, as she hasn't anticipated so much work. Her skirt was already getting coated in sand, as were her boots. Her shirt clung to her skin, sculpting out her large cleavage as well as becoming a nuisance. She hissed in frustration, through the bag down. "Damn it!"

Hidden Cove

Okie doke. Where to?

You can pick which ever person to use.

Morticia sounds good to use, but she's a bit...difficult to be around.

I have all of mine free: Stiles, Medusus, and Morticia

Thanks

I'll rp with you

Thank you for the welcome

ON

It would seem that way