Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191216212511/@comment-44044902-20191219023039

''Angelica, listen to me. Keep an eye on Tia. Don't trust'' anyone. ''Tell Roslyn I'm sorry. And please, shut up. ''Ari hated leaving on that note, but she severed the conversation nonetheless. She willed her weak legs to run, ignoring the burn that threatened to overpower her. A beautiful sight lay ahead of her: a door. Hope was a fickle thing for Ari, popping in and out of her life, but once it trickled in, there's nothing that can stop it. Of course, you know, Lyra.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, conjuring a cloth and shoving it in Ari's mouth. Crap. Her overly-glossed red lips seemed right next to Ari's ear when she whispered, "you know, I always wanted a commited daughter." And then she conjured a frying pan. Ari let out a cold bark of laughter before she lost consciousness. Those frying pans were out to get her.