Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-34928186-20180704143322/@comment-34052734-20180713005745

Tito was apprehensive, doodling his right arm with navy-blue ink. Printed on his skin was a realistic skull, all of which was done in free-hand with the single felt-tip pen. Since he was one of the younger students participating on this trip, he decided it would be best if he did minimal speaking.

The boy was towards the front of the clutter of others, his brilliant red and black hair under his baseball cap; if it wasn’t covered, he would have been the easiest spotted. Since he wasn’t paying attention, he nearly slammed into this kid- well, adult, Micheal, which could have caused tension. Tito averted his eyes back to his sketch so he could avoid answering the man’s question. ''Forest? Late at night? Not a good idea! Is this kid crazy? We’re going to get killed...Oh God he’s probably looking at you. Don’t look up...''