Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620195216/@comment-24123288-20140621070257

(Somehow missed ya question Queenie -.-''. Won't be back til ~4.15ish :

Julies eyes flickered behind her lids as she stirred back into conciousness. She groaned softly, feeling her head in someones lap, stroking her hair. Her quiet moan soon turned into a growl of anguish as she felt the throbbing in her face. That growl turned into a roar when she moved her arm and brushed her broken hand across the floor. Her eyes shot open and she found herself lying in the lap of the Blonde Breton from before. The one called Colm. The Dunmer scrambled away, cradling her hand as she squeezed herself into a corner of the cart, as far away from this Breton as she could get, the memories of the past hour or two rushing back to her all at once.

 S-shit…Julie thought, wincing as she rested her head on the wall of the cart, the adrenaline rushing through her.

 ''How on Nirn can I get out of this one? No weapon…''she sighed heavily, feeling a slight breeze on her legs.

 ''And…I’m only wearing half my clothes… ''

 ''Fucking brilliant… ''

 Julie rolled her head to the side, gazing out the back of the cart.

 Doubt making a run for it would work…That’s only gonna end worse for u- 

 ''Crap! Set is going to be absolutely livid. And pretty sore too… ''

 ''He… ''

 ''He’s my only hope… ''

 ''S-set… ''

 ''Hurry… ''