Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170113162801/@comment-26854056-20170114200034

Quail stepped into the gardens, scribbling drawings of flowers into the mouldy pages, tching in annoyance every time the pages ripped due the water damage. He sighed, flipping through the pages until he found his unfinished map of the asylum. He only had a few rooms and fences left to draw, but with the guards and no weapons to back him up, it was impossible. Sighing, he stood up, tightened his bandages around his face and hands and walked over to Rin.