Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27825329-20140709030748

Mormo felt the weight of the weekend and the lack of interaction that came with it firmly on her shoulders and in her throat. Her father kept insisting that she visit home on holidays instead of staying at the school, but she didn't feel like going home and she didn't feel like talking to him. Ferrum sometimes stayed with her, but his family had personally showed up at Beacon to drag him away for some family time. Hell, even Tantum had disappeared. At least Petra hadn't tried to drag her off to some party just to play card games all night.

The dorm room felt painfully empty at just after five in the evening. For crying out loud, she was twenty years old and she was just... hanging out on a saturday night. Nope. Ugh.

Pushing herself off her bunk, she threw open the shared closet and stared at the mess Ferrum had made of it. Scowling, she dug threw the piles of clothes and noticed something... a White Fang visor? Nope, Mormo, you didn't see that. She continued, and pulled out her combat gear. Hmm... combat gear, definitely. She put on her gear and let her cape loose from her shoulder so her back was covered, made a quick stop at the armory to get Uzumaki. She made sure it was collapsed and folded properly and attached it to her hip. With all the crime in Vale these days, you could never be too safe.

She left campus, hailed a cab, and told the driver to take her to the nearest bar. Fortunately, it wasn't too far. Unfortunately, she entered... and the place was pretty much deserted. A shocked look crossed her face, but disappeared quickly. An empty bar on a saturday night? 