Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20130810020914/@comment-9196963-20130810040038

Marcel was seriously hungry, he hadn't eaten a thing since he got to Beacon. He peered in from the cafeteria's exterior window. He noticed the buffet, he was starving. The food looked so delicious, he saw chicken wings, sandwiches, potato chips, chocolate. It was all so appetizing. He couldn't help but slightly drool. He had to get something to eat.

He dashed through the doors to the table, quickly stacking wings and chips. He didn't care, he wasn't a healthy eater. It never hindered his athletic talent. He could hear Messer say his name from across the cafeteria.

He clicked his heels together and brought out his skates. It only took him half a second to blade across the wall to the table where Messer sat. Verda looked a little offended.

"I heard my name? What's up?"