Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25169271-20150505015906/@comment-26130578-20150511022045

Typical Alice, shoving the greater truths aside. Penelope slowly and monotonously forced food into her mouth. She was hungry, for the past week every meal felt repulsive and foreign as it slid down her throat. Yet still, eating made her want to vomit. Frequently she sipped her water between each shrimp. "...Nothing will change," she muttered, "I was right; you don't understand. Whatever you plan to do won't fix anything. Not even this outing."

Penelope's mind drifted back to Kane: his firm grip, tightening more and more as the sharp pain increased, that indecipherable smile, the vague yet seducing words...

The tall waiter passed by again to refill their water glasses. "Pardon me, I would like to cancel my dessert order," she said to him.