Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170801185328/@comment-26854056-20170804202742

Elijah sat next to Jeong, grimacing once he heard the bed creak under their weight. After finally settling in, he reached for Jeong's arm, tracing intricate patterns on his bruised skin with his fingertips, his own hands itching for a marker or something to put ink on skin with. He rested his chin on Jeong's shoulder, peering at the small book that he continued to work with.

"...Painting, huh? Do you do mixed media or just that?"

Elijah continued to murmur curiously under his breath, his eyes trailing to Jeong's arms as he continually traced something, presumably flowers, on him.

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"Ah yes, Germany." She sat down, "Before I died, that place was an absolute shithole for the criminal underground. Police were clamping down on families fast. The leader of the damned thing had no idea what to do. And from what I understand, it isn't exactly paradise till now, no?"

She snorted, trying to stifle her snickers as she turned to Everett once more, a nostalgic look glinting in her eyes.

"More kids? Ah, those group of... Unfortunates that got attacked last week? I must say, you caused quite a stir here from the other guiding men. It's been a long, long time since someone made it to this Garden. The last time was around... Five, Six years? A little girl named Bonnie Maestro. A sad death I must say, but at least she's still here with us." She swivelled her legs around, looking at Everett with a calmness and slight amusement in her eye. "But listen here, my dear. If you can withstand babysitting Alouette, dealing with Heron's soppy tantrums and Sparrow and Robbin's bickering for hours upon men, then you have every right to be called invincible. You'd survive. No doubt."