Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27181220-20150812232912

Suffering from a slight head trauma from the fall onto the cold, hard, rock-like ground, Annabelle was in a daze for a few moments. She stood up again, only to find herself in danger.

A.

G.

A.

I.

N.

AGAIN.

She started to walk off, now trying to find an escape route from this dark world. She walked by a bush with pretty pink flowers three feet away from the recent blows, unbeknownst to her the one that she fell on and knocked her unconscious the first time around. How lovely, she thought, touching a petal to feel its texture.

Suddenly, the flower grew as tall as Annie. Which was pretty tall, because Annie was pretty tall. It faced her, and began firing the high-toxic barbs. Before she could react to what was targeting her, Annabelle was hit in the hand with a barb. She was knocked to the ground, unconscious, for the third time in half an hour.

((Poor girl. :)