Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5865155-20150106214343/@comment-25464065-20150117232401

Elise barely made it to the restroom when she felt the vomit in her throat. She kicked the door shut behind her and threw herself to her knees, lucky that her hair was tied back to prevent any splash damage. When that was done she sat for a few moments, chin resting against the probably-disgusting toilet seat, and took a deep breath.

Being with the whole group was tense. Anybody could say the same. She and Glaukos got along surprisingly well after she set their height difference aside, and Rosa got along with both of them. But Chartreuse....she looked into the toilet's bowl and jerked her head away suddenly, awkwardly shifted her position so she could flush the throne and allow herself a moment of peace.

Elise respected Chartreuse. She'd bested Glaukos in combat and judging by their encounter with the Deathstalker, as well as several in-class demonstrations, she was clearly an excellent combatant. The issue came with her interactions with the team. She got along well with her other friends it seemed, but from what Elise had viewed her friends were all very.......similar to her. They meshed well.

Maybe Chartreuse felt uncomfortable in the group too? I mean, she was sort of being alienated too in a way. Maybe her being so rude and stand-offish was a coping mechanism, sort of like-

Someone knocked on the door. Elise turned to hear Glaukos' voice from the other side informing her that they landed before leaving. She sighed heavily and stood up, knees still weak from losing her stomach contents. She waddled over to the sink and washed her mouth out, planning to scavenge her trunk for a pack of breath mints she swore she tossed in with her hygienic products, and exited the bathroom to find the bus empty.

The airbus began to take off almost immediately after Elise exited, trunk in tow, and she dragged the box behind her as she began to notice the far-off figures of her teammates in the distance. Slamming the trunk near the others and perching herself upon it as she had done before, she sighed and stretched her legs a bit, finding her voice.

"This is a fine spot, Glaukos." She commended, glancing around the clearing. "If I might suggest something, you and Rosa could begin setting up tents?" The girl then turned to her fourth teammate. "Would you mind accompanying me into the rest of the forest? We will need logs for the fire pit," She gestured to the whips on her teammate's hips. "And I believe that your whips could help speed up the cutting process in conjunction with my ringblade."