Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150926020031/@comment-121.208.74.30-20150927020859

CC was overwhelmed with the fast synchronized processions of upset narration that burst all around the room. It was giving her a complete headache to enhance the sadness of not being able to even talk to the amazing detective that she'd heard so much about.

Dressed in even more black than she normally wore, CC ambled into the gymnasium, met by black-clad kids and faucukty, most of which had tear-stained faces or were unashamedly crying over the loss of a fellow student. Today, CC wasn't filled with cynicity. Today was for letting people be as upset as they wished.

From the narration, CC was able to pinpoint the person who needed the most comfort. She weaved her way to Annalog and said "Hey. I'm sorry about your sister."