Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191216212511/@comment-44044902-20191218213750

(Ouch, that scene makes me feel lonely)

Day Three at Camp Stinks-A-Lot:

Ari was sick and tired of sitting in a moldy cell and spittting curses at the Goldfish. She was also tired of the cruel punishments that were flung her way each time she used extreme profanity, but you get used to being tortured, you know? Even Gordan was tired at looking at helpless Ari convulsing on the ground after a while. Though the scars that stayed on her skin always cheered the bastard up. Ari was also loosing track of time. Had it been a day? A week? Two? In reality, it was only 72 hours, though every hour felt like an hour to Ari. The smell didn't help. Whoever thought that "Imp Fart" was a good flavor for fragrance needed to go teleport off a cliff. One day, the blonde elf whom everyone calls Angus (when he introduced himseld, Ari had a fun time falling to the floor in laughter), came into her cell. An awkward silence filled them.

"What?" Ari finally asked.

"Beguile me," he said, his eyes glowing with the challenge. In the past, Ari tried, she really did, but every attempt at trying to make the Goldfish do what she wanted ended in her being inflicted on again.

"You're here to humiliate me?" Ari asked. Angus stood quiet. Ari groaned, and turned around. Though after a while, she got bored. "Fine." She turned back around and stared Angus straight in the eye. "Sit." Angus didn't obey. The triumph in his eyes made Ari dig deeper. "I said, sit." This time, Angus wobbled, his face confused, but stayed standing. Before she could try again, Agnus started leaving.

"Interesting," was all he said, and closed the cell. Ari collapsed in exhaustion. Still no words from the Black Swan. Just great.

(AAH SORRY FOR WRITING SO MUCH)