Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-5385060-20170802222109

Jo had fallen asleep. She had bandages all over the cuts she gained from fighting. Either wrapped around her arm, or bandage pads taped in place. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with an elastic band to prevent her hair getting in the way of a cut near her hair line--that was also covered by a small bandage pad. The bruises had broken out like a rash. Leroy paced back and forth, muttering rhymes to himself, and he had been doing so for the duration of the time he spent in the tent.

He stopped at the sight of Michael. "What does she want?" he asked.