Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-11163511-20151018153032

"The Banks Of Red Roses", said a sign written in bloody (literally) well shaped calligraphy which was mounted on the roof of a stall roofed with red roses, with counters filled with a variety of musical instruments and music boxes of all sizes and petals scattered all over. There stood two pale figures, Mrs Bonnie O'Rouge and her son Bane, who happened to be fiddling around with his mother's murder weapon with boredom.

"Say, sonny, dun't yer mind puttin' dat away? yer goin' ter scare everyone aff, yer nu?" She patted his back.

"Canny oi av a lil' protecshun, mah? oi wouldn't cleave naw wan, unlike waaat yer man did ter yer." He pouted, still spinning the pen knife.