Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26184681-20190731111109/@comment-26892768-20190803032552

And that armored figure isn't the only one there.

"Ugh - my head..." A dark-skinned teenage girl, dressed in a pale yellow shirt and an orange skirt, gets up, rubbing her head as she looks around. "Feels like someone went ham with a baseball bat and used my skull for target practice...where the heck am-"

She stops talking as she notices the scattered wine glasses on the floor, and starts to become a good deal more wary as she notices the coffins. "-aaaaaand this is quickly going from 'slightly weird' to 'creepy' in record time! Fun."

She starts to walk backwards. "No idea where I am, no idea what kind of ghosts I'm facing  or if it is ghosts really... not to mention that I've got no idea how I got here in the first place. I am not liking my odds here; I should-"

And then she bumps into something cold and hard. It then occurs to the girl - Valerie - that she didn't look behind her, and she has to resist the urge to facepalm at her own oversight.