Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140428031950

Was he gone? She didn't know. She didn't hear the sound of blades, the jiggling of chains. She couldn't hear anything besides the low sound of sirens and the occasional chatter.

Liadan Dormant survived the shipwreak. Through a miracle, she found an exit to escape in. But the moment she swam back to surface, she was assaulted by Krishna. She ran for days. Even if the crash site wasn't far, she fought that assassin off for days. That man was growing an obsesion with her and her team. She couldn't even contact them due to her scroll shortening out.

Her body screamef for her to take a break, but she coudln't If she did that man would find her. She was low on dust, her mental strength fading. Her outfit soaked and ripped, blood dripping form her legs and arms, a small cut on her cheek caused blood to mix with tears as they fell to the ground. She left a blood trail, but currently it didn't matter. She had to get to somewhere safe.

She needed help.

Zaffre...Putrea....Auburn...Flannery....someone...

The girl collapsed otno the ground, her body finally giving out. Narcolepsy threatened to take her out. Soft sobs of pain echoed though that alleyway as she laid there, shivering, waiting to pass out form either the pain or her condition. She didn't care, solong as it freed her form the pain that wracked through her. The cold stone ground only increased it. Her wounds made her mind more aware of the gravel and other unmentionables trapped under her skin.

She hated this. She was bombed, nearly drowned, forced to fight for her life against a s-class assassin, limped her entire way to the city while carrying said wounds....was this the price of the freedom she longed for?

Slowly her eyes drifted close, but not before the vision of a friend being plastered in her eyes.

...That's right...i never....got the chance to say it.... 