Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140323233223/@comment-24296957-20140405133332

Triste looked down at the floor. What Arro said was completely true, not to mention wise. She didn't know the guy she almost tried to murder could be so philisophical. It made her think. But she knew she couldn't change alone - that wasn't her. She needed support. ''Ironic. I'm the support and I need support.''

"You're right, Arro," Triste replied, "we're all masters of our destiny, the champion of ourself.  I could weave a story from the air about myself, but there are pieces you've already heard." She put her legs over Knight's other knee, looking at him. She wondered if he was getting her subtle inuendo.