Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20161129081703/@comment-24582779-20161129123521

Teenage fairytales spent the majority of their time waiting. Waiting for a Prince Charming, waiting for their destiny to start. A girl needs something to kill all that time, that endless itchy waiting, every hour, every day for something, anything, to begin. There had to be something very dangerous about this boredom of hers. Sylvi walked around the small room, blonde ponytail merrily swinging back and forth, her fingertips circled around the base of a pink gun, ready to be stored. Perhaps their roadtrip would ease it. She did not want to admit it, but it always did. There was a certain thrill to them, something that required a tiny bit of emotion. Upon hearing the knock, she wet her lips, placated her need for theatrics presently and moved towards the door, lifting the sleeves of her white shirt above her elbows. Shoulders rose and then fell, in a fair, listless shrug that did very little to indicate her mood or perhaps the terrifying affection towards him. "Hallo you idiot. I didn't miss you at all."