Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191031190839/@comment-44044902-20191214215207

Meanwhile, Ari was confused. The Goldfish had put her into some sort of underground dungeon, and yet, the gate was open. It had been for the last two days. Ari wasn't stupid, she knew it was a trap, though as the days grew longer, and her hunger grew more powerful, she really wanted to take a look outside.

Yesterday, the woman who everyone calls Lyra, came in with a dish with what Ari assumed were dead, mushy crickets. She also warned Ari that she was monitored closely, to which Ari took great pleasure in destroying the cameras once she found them. But Ari understood the Goldfish had other ways. They always did. The one time she tried to transmit to Mr. Forkle or Angelica, the male who called himself Gordan knocked her out with a frying pan. It was one of the most amusing ways she had ever passed out. Now, Ari decided to think thoughts that were worthy of knowing instead of transmitting them. It was a stretch - a pretty dumb stretch if you asked her - but it wasn't as if she had any other choice. She just hoped the Black Swan would eventually figure out her ingenius (and stupid) method, and not just think that she was dead because she hadn't been transmitting.

(Woah, I wrote a lot. Sorry.)