Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5490216-20140918195527/@comment-5490216-20140920195209

"Leanne, please!" James pleaded, running after her.

He snaked around the other pedestrians as quickly as possible. He tried to think about all that had happened in only ten minutes. He discovered the bottle of antidepressant pills, then she ran away. Was she afraid that he would love her less because she was going through such a thing? That was silly, she knew he loved her. Was it simply irrationality?

Unfortunately, a sharp sting and a feeling of drowsiness hit James after passing by a trench coated pedestrian with his face covered by his lapels and a fedora, ending his immediate thoughts. His legs buckled and slackened and he tried twisting to fall on his side to look at his apparent assailant, hearing tires screech to a halt near him for a black van to appear.

With all of his remaining consciousness and strength of will, he mustered the power to below, "LEANNE, KEEP RUNNING!!" before being thrown into a van, unconscious.