Jamil Akir ~Pride~
'This is starting to get irritating' I think to myself having to wait here for what seems like forever until its clear enough. My pride is about to kick in. These little runts aren't my target. So why am I hiding from them. I should just go ballistic, but that seems like something wrath would do. And I'm way smart that Wrath anytime anywhere. Along with the rest of my partners. That's just my mindset though, I guess being pride gives me more than I thought it did.
But the only other ones dropped off was Gluttony I believe. At least right now anyways, by the time the rest get here I'll have killed them all. "Why not just let me get all the glory?" Whispering to myself I grab another water bottle taking small quiet sips in order to still not alert. But my pride fullness comes straight in again. "..Wait, maybe I can get the girl sins to work for me, I am the hottest thing around aren't I?" I tell myself almost doubting my looks. Me, doubting my own looks, thats a good one.
Cressida Eben Darcy
"Damn good laugh they're having, I bet," she hissed to herself, under her breath. It wasn't a secret that Cressida had been the most unfit for her sin, or maybe her prudishness had it coming, but almost as if to poke fun at her, they dolled her up in the most revealing outfit she'd ever seen, and were using her as a decoy.
"I bet if Lust was a boy, he wouldn't put up with this bullshit," she thought to herself, tugging at the all-too-tight strings of the corset.
And although she felt highly awkward in the outfit, even more having to walk around the tropical terrain in it, there was a part of her sin that almost wanted to embrace the rebellion of it. She knew quite well the extent of her sin would be, but trying to cling onto any humanly qualities of herself, she refused to give in to it. So although there was an itching need to release the pink smoke across the island as a whole, her self control overpowered it.
Hearing a snap of a brunch, a rustle of a bush, she paused while her lips curled into a smile.
"Hello there," she cooed in an almost sickly voice, silently gagging at the neediness of her tone, while trying to decide if she should pose or not.
"I'd like to see Sloth get off his lazy-arse and get this done," she thought, wondering if he was already napping somewhere.