Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130609044857/@comment-933831-20130610054309

(Guys. Posting orders exist for a reason. Me being at work for a few hours isn't a good reason to skip someone's turn. Just saying.)

Cicilia took the hankerchief in trembling hands. "Th-thank you... I-I just can't kill, it feels so wrong..." She took a seat on Crystal's broomstick awkwardly, holding Crystal's shoulders as they zoomed along. "Do... you think they know we're out?"

As if on cue, one of the men came out from one of the doors as they past, taking a chop at the girls with his club. It grazed the broomstick, making it wobble. The wobbling made Cicilia start falling, and at first she gripped Crystal, but once she realised she was going over, she let go. No point dragging both over.

As she fell to the hard ground below, Cicilia knocked the wind out of herself (again) and scrambled to her feet. Running forward, she tried to take cover in one of the other rooms.