Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130578-20150614070917/@comment-25169271-20150614223717

Chester looked at his mother laying in the casket, surrounded by flowers and wearing a dark dress that covered most of her body. He knew that image of his mother was a lie. He had seen her being pulled from the wreckage of the car and couldn't get that image out of his head. Though the mortitians had done an amazing job creating this false image Chester knew that beneath the dress his mother's chest had been caved in, her left arm severed, and stomach torn open. His mother's image was as much of a lie as his father's attitude as of late.

Chester was pulled from his thoughts as he heard his sister calling for their father. Rofous just patted her head and shooed her away. His young sister, not understanding the situation began pulling up weeds to entertain herself. The dark haired boy had to restrain his anger at his sister, misplaced as it was, and instead decided to take her away where at least they wouldn't be dishonoring his mothers memory.

"Come on Angela," Chester encouraged as he gently grabbed his sister by the shoulders and steered her away from the casket.