CLEAN Roleplays discussion

Thalia yelped slightly as she ran through the jungle, a thorn stuck in her flesh. She could hear her team mates behind her, panting for breath. They had to make it back to camp. They had to. Finally they heard the footsteps of the GIR officials fading away as they returned back to the city.
Thalia grimaced as she yanked the thorn out of her arm, panting. She grinned, though, as she pulled the brainwashing machine blueprints out of her bag.

Now maybe they had a chance.