Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190921161929/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190927233742

Evie was wet. And cold. But she got out her imparter, and hailed her dad. It took three calls, but finally her dad picked up, looking very annoyed.

"What?" he said, sharply, but then saw it was her, and saw she was wet. "H-hey D-d-dad," she said her teeth chattering. It was a windy night, and she was soaked to the bone. "C-can you come t-to F-f-f-foxfire? Please. I-it's-s-s urgent."

"What happened?!" he said, alarmed. "P-please j-just c-c-c-come," she said, and was about to tell him when her shivering hand dropped the imparter into the grass, pushing the button to hang up. Evie bent down to pick it up, and lay down on the grass, in a ball. She knew she shouldn't have trusted people. Shouldn't have tried to make friends. This is what she got. Cold, wet, in trouble, and worried out of her mind about Serenity, and in contact with the neverseen, the very group that had kidnapped her dad, and tried to kill her parents and all her parents friends millons of times.

-Chloe