Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20140505005903/@comment-24416658-20140511164929

Tanner looked around the hall. People as far as the eye could see. He hated them. Ever since that day. The freeroaming cowboy that became a hard, serious vigilante. It disgusted him.

Walking over to the drinks, Tanner saw some students, likely underage, suspiciously looking over the alcoholic drinks. Tanner stepped up behind them.

"Move. Get out."

The students turned, and were about to say something in retaliation, but saw Tanner's eye. They left without a word, and Tanner grabbed himself a can of soda. Popping it open, he took a sip.