Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190918012915/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190921004229

Evie tried to concentrate. All the inteligent species signed the treaty on the five condidons, wich were. . . what? Evie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, probably messing it up hoplessly. She went back to her work. As she leaned over, a strand of hair fell in her face. She tried to blow it away. More fell in her face, and she gave up, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She got up and headed for the door. Sir Elmen stopped her. "Ms. Song," he said, "where do you think you're going?" Evie sighed. There was always someone gaurding the door for progisies who decided to skip. "I need to use the restroom," Evie said. As soon as Sir Elmen recluctantly let her out, she headed to the nearest exit, and pushed the door open, breathing in the rush of cool air that hit her in the face. She stood outside the slowly closing exit doors, breathing in the outdoors.

-Chloe