Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150917105001/@comment-5543592-20150926043659

Pierre was borderline unconscious. He had recieved beatings that were less exhausting and strenuous than what had just occured.

"Yeah... it's all good." He mumbled. Pierre slid his arm around Cat, pulling her tightly to him  "Cat... wake me up early, I need..." He rambled incoherently, before shutting his eyes, and then promptly passing out.

The dreams that followed were bizarre. Just flashes of red, that he couldn't make sense of, and then blackness.