Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20151030042136/@comment-17970636-20151212053652

Julian set off at a brisk pace towards the docks and waved casually to a few fishermen sitting on their boats. He ran past the occupied ones to a rusted one around the centre area, police tape across the doors.

Grinning, he put out his cigarette and walked around to the side, finding a certain panel of rusted metal, he pushed it and it fell over into the warehouse with a bit of a creak. Looking around to make sure no-one was around, he snuck into the warehouse and gently placed the sheet of metal back and looked upon his handiwork.

Barrels and crates that were all filled with dust blown to bits, a few dried up stains of blood and whatnot. Colossal disaster, he hadn't been insinuated into it, but his partner on the other hand, well.

Julian sighed as he walked over towards the far left end and hoisted up a concrete slap and smiled slightly as a couple thousand sticks of dynamite smiled back at him.

''Not gonna be easy to sneak all of these into a float... Especially with me having to leave sporadically... I'll just tell them I went to restock on weapons and forgot about items for the float? I can't carry all this with me though.... Eh whatever.''

He grabbed a couple hundred sticks and tossed them in belts onto his person and put another few dozen in a plastic bag. Face wincing slightly as he got used to the weight, he started jogging back towards where the rest were, fishermen gawking at him.

"Beacon student, no need to worry." he said smoothy as the thought of sending a few of those guys high to the man in the sky popped through his head.