Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130609044857/@comment-933831-20130609054230

Cicilia was awakened by being thrown into a cell. She glanced around, seeing many other girls in the cells. Based on what they said about slavery... Cicilia needed to get out of here. Her hands were still tied in front of her, but they hadn't patted down the front of her dress, not expecting her to have a secret compartment for her greatest possession.

She gripped the scissors and turned them in her hand, cutting the rope. Another sleeping girl was in the cell with her, so she merely cut her bonds for her. She could rest for now, but at least she could move when she woke up.

Cicilia looked across the hall and saw another girl who had gotten her bonds off and held a book. Perplexed, Cicilia raised her scissors, pressing gently through the bars of the cage. With little resistance, Cicilia cut a space she could crawl through, getting out of the cage and holding up the scissors, faintly aglow in green, spoke to the redhead. "Do you... Um... Need help getting out? Where are we? Who are you? A-ah... I should... Um probably... I'm Cicilia. Levianta." She said, slicing through the bars with a quick motion.