Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20170412234811/@comment-4059927-20170415185048

"I didn't see them." Parker said, breathing ecstatically. Both hands were pressed to his lower, right abdomen. Blood was coming from it.

"It was the Greasers, I know it." Chad declared.

"We can't jump to conclusions." Malcolm took posession of the situation. Malcolm called on the Harrington House doctor. A stern, short, polite elderly man who had been in the service of the Harringtons' since his youth. He had greyed hair, and spoke with a Yorkshire accent. After Parker had been admitted to his care the others began to discuss the possibilities.