Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-5290299-20140507145424

Liadan fell back otno the chair next to the small table. This was going to be a long day, she could tell already. Rotating her head, her eyes gazed at the wine bottle on the table.

"...I told them I do not drink..." She whispered. The drink was a reminder of something both unplesant, but something she was grateful for.

"...Perhaps...Yes...a few moments of rest..." As the words left her lips, the lady's eyes closed little by little till her vision was clouded. Better to allow her narcolepsy to get to her now rather than later when thee might be an attack.

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The train jerked. Slowly, the train moved. Outside, the press was having a field day. The train pressed onward, moving against the tracks. The train left the station, where it began to pick up speed.

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"YAY!!! The train is moving!!" A high pitched, feminine voice spoke out. Bouncing down the halls of the train was Sora Murasakihime. "I'm a little tea pot, short and stout!" She began siging as she walked past the many booths.

"Here is my handle here is my spout!"

"When I get all steamed up here my shout!"

"Just tip me over and pour me out!~" The girl alternated form jumps to boucnes to skip as she sung. However, a certain booth caught her eye. Going back she saw a fmailiar face in one of them she passed up.

"KUIKO!!!" Sora burst through the booth and isntantly glomoped the unsuspecting black haired girl.

(Just so you know...Sora is a befriending maniac...she WILL try and befriend EVERYONE!!!)