Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26208189-20150512075201

After Jane had shoved him, Sammy fell to his chair. Sammy leaned from his seat toward Bellerina, "Thinking about destiny, huh?"

He lifted his sleeve, showing stitch marks. "They're not real. But it helps me cope with the future my dad left for me."

"You know," Sammy never shut up. "Most of those who die aren't even the villains of the story, except me and Ms. Hook over there. I'm guessing you ain't a villain. You probably are the head of your story."