Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24728342-20140624030059/@comment-23309369-20140628043334

Rana had eaten breakfast in as lonely a place as she could. As she ate away at her food she couldn't help but be reminded of another mess hall she used to frequent, her eyes swam over the details of the room, images of the compound's messhall flickered in and out of her vision as she blinked. She calmly kept eating as the people in the room were mentally swapped out for those in uniform, while she finished eating her hands began to shake again, she eyed her hands. Her eyes focused on the knife in her right hand, as she looked her mind caused blood to drip from the metal, staining the tabletop, her mind stopped returning her to the clean room of reality.

As she pushed herself away from the table she lead herself to the exit, her hand guiding her along the red-stained wall, the smell of copper filled her nostrils and the moist feeling of blood caressed her fingertips as she moved to the exit of the room, a smile cracked over her face. She made it to the exit, but stepped in a puddle of blood and stopped to look down at it, having heard something she turned back to the inside of the room. Her eyes swam over the clean tables and the students that were still moving inside the mess hall, they no longer wore the sterile grey uniforms from her memory. Her smile turned into a disappointed line as she turned and exited the room, she pulled a pill bottle out of her front pocket and eyed it, the capsules within rattled against the plastic as she continued walking, with a huff she slipped the bottle back into her pocket.

She wasn't the first to arrive at the locker room, not that it really mattered as she pulled her clothes off, she was used to changing around others. She slipped into her skintight suit and began strapping her armor over it, she eyed the contents of her pack. Absentmindedly she removed the pill bottle from her pants, which she eyed with an arched brow, she placed the bottle inside her pack and attached it to the back of her armor. She grabbed her blade from within the locker, taking the time to pull a section of the edge out of the sheath, after a few seconds she returned the blade to the sheath and clipped it to the side of her backpack.

Now she grabbed her rifle, she held it in one hand by the grip as she grabbed the magazine set aside for the weapon and slammed it home, she managed to stop herself from working the action and chambering a round, she was still inside afterall. She grabbed the large solitary round that was beside the mag and slipped it into the underslung barrel, closing the action but again forcing herself not to take the safety off. She closed the locker and turned as she attached the weapon to the right side of her backpack. She moved past those she had briefly spoke with, her hands somewhat shakily clenched as she walked past them. She unsheathed her weapon and absentmindedly started dragging it across the armor on her forearm as she kept walking forward, the act seemed to calm her down slightly as her hands ceased their shaking.