Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2135507-20130613052003/@comment-933831-20130622054506

Cicilia hid behind the counter, but... She still wanted to help. Looking at the tile floor, she used her scissors to cut through the floor a small square, fallowing the grout to make it look normal. She knew it couldn't support much weight though before falling into the basement.

She heard the combat begin and cut a panel out of the counter, nestling herself in there.She felt some of her dress rip, and while a part of her mind was saddened by this, she knew now was not the time. Besides, she could fix it later... She replaced the panel in front of her, hearing footsteps. "She was here a s-" Suddenly a snap as he fell below, landing on what she thought was a table or something. Hopefully the fall messed him up enough to take him out of the fight. Hugging her knees to her chest, she just waited for this ordeal to be over.