Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26060252-20150130001450/@comment-25727671-20160413123819

Rhythm quietly walked off on his lonesome after everyone had calmed down and left. He slung his weapon on his back and felt it's familiar weight as he walked down an alley towards another street. From his pocket he produced a small photo, one of Gina. The background had the ocean and a blue sky within it, and the girl was smiling faintly with a peace sign beside her face.

He let out a soft sigh and put the photo back, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets as he emerged onto an empty street and headed for home.

It was only several days later, after Gina's body was found and a service held in her memory, that the photo reappeared, taped firmly to the stem of a forget-me-not flower bunch against the gravestone's rock.