Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2021 16:06:43 GMT -6
Ever since Bubba had been a child, he was drawn to pigs. He found a sort of kinship with them as a child, both being seen as idiots who never knew what was going on, when that couldn't be further from the truth. Even as a child, he found solace in the long-abandoned slaughterhouse, using it as a place to calm down and be alone. It was there that he honed his mask-making skills, using old pig skins before eventually moving onto human ones.
Now, though, Bubba wasn't here to be alone. In fact, he was actively searching someone out, something he doesn't do quite often. And yet, here he was. He rubbed his fingers across the mask in his hands, calloused fingers over soft string. It was special, not being made for him, and that alone made it unique. He rarely made masks, let alone with the intent to give them away. It had long black hair, brushed and tied into a singluar braid, along with a small red bow on the bottom, expertly tied. His experience with the material showed.
There was only one other occupant of The Fog that wore a mask as he did, and hers was a pig. Bubba felt quite bad for her in all honesty, she didn't have the resources to upgrade from pig skin to human. Maybe her family wasn't as good as his own. He had been here for a while, wandering aimlessly, hoping that he would run into her at some point. So far, though, Bubba had had no luck, or at least he thought so. Despite his best efforts, he was quite oblivious, and the idea of him missing someone wasn't entirely out of the question.
Now, though, Bubba wasn't here to be alone. In fact, he was actively searching someone out, something he doesn't do quite often. And yet, here he was. He rubbed his fingers across the mask in his hands, calloused fingers over soft string. It was special, not being made for him, and that alone made it unique. He rarely made masks, let alone with the intent to give them away. It had long black hair, brushed and tied into a singluar braid, along with a small red bow on the bottom, expertly tied. His experience with the material showed.
There was only one other occupant of The Fog that wore a mask as he did, and hers was a pig. Bubba felt quite bad for her in all honesty, she didn't have the resources to upgrade from pig skin to human. Maybe her family wasn't as good as his own. He had been here for a while, wandering aimlessly, hoping that he would run into her at some point. So far, though, Bubba had had no luck, or at least he thought so. Despite his best efforts, he was quite oblivious, and the idea of him missing someone wasn't entirely out of the question.