Puppet_Master sat on the park bench with her ruffled dress collected around her thighs, playing with some strings that were intertwined on her fingers. She was talking to herself, not uncommon for someone like her, "...over...under....down...twist..." she was fiddling with the strings more, twisting a few over her fingers and pulling some back. Her eyes were focused on her hands, and she wouldn't even know when someone were to approach her. So, she continued to do her string hobby...<br/><br/>Puppet_Master grumbles. She'd knotted the string on her fingers, "...dammit..." she growled lowly, attempting to pull her fingers out of the knots, and when she couldn't, she yelled, "...someone get me out of this...!!" She was pulling her fingers to the point the strings started to cut her circulation off, turning her slender white fingers red and purple from blood loss, "Gak! Help..." she tugged and continued tugging, not making any progress on the string knot...<br/><br/>Puppet_Master's profile:<a class="postlink" href="http://rp.aryion.com/fullinfo.php?&amp;nick=Puppet_Master">http://rp.aryion.com/fullinfo.php?&amp;nick=Puppet_Master</a>