Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216172248/@comment-26104528-20160314200809

"Ah. I think they moved shop to Atlas or sumthin'" Forrest replied before taking a drag. "at least that's what I heard from one of those eliminator folks...whatshisname...Franz?"

Eventually, Forrest noticed the kids kept looking up at the sky at something. Looking in the same direction himself, he figured it must be the cameras. That's when he came to an impasse.

There's safety in numbers on the main road...but the alleyway should have fewer of these 5-0 cams on us...The whole time as he walked, he rubbed his chin in contemplation.

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"The thing is, I don't care what it is you did. Bramley does not deserve any of this. At all." Sylvia pulled some of her hair back, revealing scars midway through her extended possum ear. "That happened when I was 19. I just got so sick and tired of people messing with my ears that I wanted to cut half of them off."

she took a notably deeper breath and shuddered slightly; her way of regaining focus.

"The important thing is; you've already gotten out of there, far out of there. You're not alone either; thursday night I was talking with a lot of your friends about thier situations. I'm not allowed to say who or what they are, but you have friends out there and I doubt they'll think any less of you for talking to them."