Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20141028195711/@comment-5290299-20150107194034

There were no words in existance to describe the look on the witch's face. The best way to descripe her would be an open mouth game booth where you could throw a beanie bag into her mouth and fit at least ten into it. Her eyes which could be compared to one of those cartoon characters where her eyes were bugged out.

Why? Becaue she saw the rides of the two mercenaries.

"...Wha....wha....that....THATS NOT FAAAAIR!! WHY do those who work outside the law get all the cool stuff!!" The witch threw her tantrum, slamming her feet into the ground in frustration. She could barely aford enough money for her Dust, but these guys seemed to be loaded with enough money for them to get rides like those.

Just what was it about mercenarie and gangs getting all the cool stuff?

"I'm not even allowed to get a license...." Tikba collapsed on the ground, tears streaming out of her eyes as she accepted the cold, harsh reality.

"...Just take me home...I wanna go home...."