Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-26414442-20130724110856

Unlike her friend's apprehensive's approach, Airmid walked boldly into the room. She honestly didn't mind going to the support group, but the whole idea of it... it seemed as if the administration wanted to rub the future death's in their faces.

Instead of sitting down on one of the many chairs, Airmid holsted herself up on a desk near Scarlet. Lunch was just after Support Group, so she was starting to feel a bit of hunger. ''You can wait, stomach. You can wait,'' she mentally chided herself, before checking the clock. "Hey, the clock says we're late," she commented. "Five minutes, to be exact. Maybe the group is congregating somewhere else?"