Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44540575-20200126213745/@comment-44397452-20200126224042

From somewhere on the other side of the rooftop, a fizzing sound arose. Orange lines sprang out of the ground, forming a curtain. The curtain seemed to draw back, revealing a slightly older looking Zoey. She was wearing her hair in a thick braid, inches longer than it had been a moment ago. She was wearing the same red jacket but it was spotted with dirt and rips. Her face was stained with tears and mud, covering up her natural beauty.