Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20141028195711/@comment-5290299-20141111220630

Tikba groaned. The world was spinning. Why was the world spinning? Who made the world spin? Her eye sfell onto the tree. Implanted in it, was her face.

"...Oh....I made the world spin....." Tikba muttered as her forehead collided with the tree trunk. A heavy sigh escaped the witch. How did things come up to this? all she wanted to do was make that white haired arrogant prick pay. Now she was going to be on the run from a buncha stupid gang members.

"Stupid underground world. It should go belly up..." She muttered in dissatisfaction, more than a little angry at her situation. Her glare turned back to the two mercs, who seemed to be taling at the girl's expense.

"So..you two lovebirds wanna clue me in on the plan?" She asked, not moving from her spot, remaining slumped over, the tree supporting her.