Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20190323172117/@comment-32932951-20190325120426

An old yet clean American flag on the roof of Cafe Leblanc wavered where it was, it's movement being slightly influenced by the wind. Weird thing was that the flag only had forty three stars. But the real smoking gun here for the weird factor was the pink and purple gloved hand sticking out of the flag like it was some kinda cliche zombie hand popping out of a grave. The hand extended and an arm was revealed, clothed in more pink.

The hand started fumbling on the flag, looking for some solid ground to grip. It got it's grip on the roof, despite being flat. The rest of the body started to rise from the flag revealing this man stepping out of the flag, onto the roof. He scoffed then picked up the flag before folding it neatly and placing it into his coat pocket. The 23rd president of the United States of America mused over the mess of a situation that was happening below him. Should he help? No way, why would he endanger himself and more importatnly get his outfit dirty?