Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24080120-20140214001959/@comment-24481083-20140407072231

Most people being in Gyllen's position would struggle, attempting to break free or even try to reason his or her way out. Since when was Gyllen even 'most' people.

One minute he was there, the next, Ciaran was simply hugging a grandfather clock that chimed loudly, deafening anyone in close proximity of the area. A small sound was heard somewhere outside of the hall, and there he was standing as though nothing had happened.

If anything Gyllen was frustrated.

"Sure, go ahead! Assault the guy simply asking for a small favour! Hit on the fellow who went out of his feckkin' way trying to save the smuck from hanging up there, and then risked his own damn life doing so! Go on! I said bleeding do it already! I'm not the bad guy here, nor am I the instigator of this-this effed up fight! YEAH GO AHEAD AND BLEEDING STOMP ON THE GUY WHO JUST HAPPENED TO MAKE A REQUEST, NOT THAT BASTARD WHO STARTED THIS WHOLE GODDAMN SITUATION! GO ON!" He yelled in anger and deep pented frustration, spit flying out of his mouth.

His face scrunged up in an expression of mingled fury and spite, yet his eyes seemed to water.

His mouth trembled as he whispered: "It's not like it's the fi-f-first time or anything."