Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-27743663-20170109061346

Marain skipped across the ground heavily, a disconcerting "thud" playing out as she flopped once, twice, three times across the stage, her aura heavily depleting with each one. She felt too defeated to bother trying anything to stop it, but her body acting in protest on instinct, seemed to move on its own as the tendrils from her dress shot forward and dug themselves into the ground, a heavy trail of ice following along the way.

Managing to stop her momentum, she hung in the air, an empty look on her face as her limbs dangled and her vision blurred, attempting to process everything through the pain. That was a more embarassing loss than she had anticipated, and she could vaguely make out the belongings in her hat strewn across the stadium floor.

So much for being nice and charming...

It figures he was just like everyone else. And it figures this was the outcome. Typical. She knew she should have just given up in the first place, it would have made everything easier.

Feeling everything gradually go numb, her dress lost its hold on the ground, going limb much like the rest of her, her body falling pathetically onto the cold floor below.