Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26163219-20150913193445/@comment-27235572-20150916033059

Bell stalked forward, nervous. "Don't let me touch her." She suddenly exclaimed, scrambling backwards. "I'll kill her, I know I will." Bell had that sort of problem.

Drawing souls of the nearly dead was ridiculously easy, to the point when she had no control over it. "Ah, Laurel, where are you?" She hissed, irritated.

That's when he barged in, looking disorientated. "Phoebe!" He explained, hair turning brown and crinkly like dead leaves. "Oh, what happened? Where was I?" Laurel got easily distracted during this time of year.