Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2135507-20130613052003/@comment-933831-20130613062607

She was back in Oria. She hated being here, considering what the history held here. She didn't know if the killings got any worse after she left, but all she needed was her mother's kit. She couldn't believe she left it here... The girl got a few stares of fear or anger as she walked in, but ignored them all. She stepped into her old tailor shop... The one her mother had opened so many years ago.

She stepped intot he abandoned building, wondering just how long it had been since Marlon left her. Quite some time at least. She stood alone in the house until she heard tapping on the front door. She looked outside, seeing a flustered woman and two other women. They... didn't seem happy. Still, she opened the door, and was immadiately met with a kick in the stomach.

Cicilia staggered back, gasping for air. "You little BITCH, you thought you could just waltz into town after what you did to my brother?!" She reared back a fist, punching the tailor hard in the ribs. So hard, in fact that Cicilia briefly lost consciousness, only snapping back in time to see and feel a fist slam her jaw. She felt her skin tear around her lip, blood staining her pale face. The other girls then held Cicilia down as the assaulter pulled out a pocket knife, dragging it slowly along Cicilia's throat, not enough to cut the skin though. "So... How fast should we kill you? And how should we leave you? In pieces? Just cut enough? Naked? A liiitttle bit alive?"

The terrified Cicilia froze with the metal placed against her throat, flowing eyes begging mercy for whatever she didn't know she did.