Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43866745-20191015211946/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191029231225

An ogre had come into the classroom, and everything had happened too fast. Most people jumped out the window, but Celie hadn't done it in time. Now the ogre was out of the curtain, and blocking the window. Two more ogres filed in, blocking her other way out the door.

She felt faint. Celie leaned against the wall for balance, and reached up to her temple. Her fingers came off bloody. The chair must've cut her. Quickly, Celie tealized she could use this to her advantage.

She groaned, and clip lapsed in to floor, like a Marriott with its strings cut. She held her breath, and forced her eyes to stare at nothing.

A got nudged her, and she didn't flinch.

"Dead," a deep gravely voice said. "Elves are so delicate." It gave her a good kick in the ribs, and she willed herself not to move. She heard heavy stomping if ogre feet as they left the classroom, and she counted to 120 before moving.

She was alive. Now to get out that window. ..

-Chloe