Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140405033039/@comment-933831-20140405152535

Bianca was laying against the wall, alread in her sleeping bag. Her braid was coiled around her chest for now, and she merely looked around the room. She didn't dare take off her wrist saws, and the Fire cutter was still on her back. She was told they were sleeping here, but there was no way she trusted these people enough to sleep near them.

Seeking something to do to keep her awake, at least until mostly everyone had fallen asleep, she uncoiled her braid, grasping the fire cutter with it, taking out a small cloth. Her hair turned the blade in mid-air as she polished each tooth of the chainsaw. Every now and then, her eyes darted up and around to ensure she was safe.