Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171104033137

(Scorn, Armata) Armata can practically see the fear starting to pump through the blood of the remaining teens.

"Oh no, Thomson!!" a tomboyish voice shouts, which is soon followed by a shriek nearby.

The siren that shrieked shivers in the ball pit nearby, "omg omg omgomg omgomgomg omgomgomgomg!" she whispers to herself as she hopes not to be found.

"Calm down everyone!" Ricky demands, "Thomson's fine, and it's not like we needed him next round anyway! Trix, you stay calm okay!"

the Siren shudders at the name as if the mention of her own name would summon the Vampire Lord to her, but takes a sigh in an attempt to calm herself.