Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20170909044048/@comment-32999772-20170909164309

''Magi was running in her dream. Running from it. From herself. "LEAVE! GO NOW!" A voice screamed at her. ''

She jumped up from a dream, in a hospital hammock. She looked around, reminding herself she was at her 'home.'

She slid off of the hammock, looking at her recovered hip and leg. She sighed, padding out of the clay room. She walked out of the back door, her tail swaying. Her ears lowered as she approached a large 'house' with a sign on it. 'Mental Health Department'

She walked inside, jolting towards the front desk. "Lemme' guess, y'all ain't from 'tis town, eh, folk?" A monkey said, he was behind the front desk. ".. Yes.. I'm Magi, here for mental health t-therapy?" She stammered. "Sure. Ol' folks like me 'ought to work here, dream life." He'd go on, grabbing a few papers and a feather with a small ink container. She'd prefer a pen or pencil, but she just shrugged and started to write on the paper.

While she was reading, she saw a small figure in the corner of her eye. She turned to it, and there was a sudden flash. It was gone. She blinked, turning back to her page. The ink spilt on the corner of the page. She gulped, handing the supplies back to the monkey. "Room 'wenty three." He'd rasp. "T-Twenty three?" She'd stammer. "Yes. Now get goin'." He'd snort.

She started to walk down the hallway, looking for Room Twenty-three.