Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24617443-20170205025114/@comment-25924729-20170208022507

(Wow, much pressure... DX)

Socializing had never been Dalton's idea of fun. When he wasn't working, or at school, the bodyguard preferred being alone with his thoughts, his dog and perhaps a headset with a good selection of music. He had recently found a girlfriend, but Dalton's team were in agreement that he lacked a social life. A fact they had tried in vain to change for months with little success.

As a desperate final attempt to make him have fun, his teammates literally kicked him out of the dorm and dumped him on the fairgrounds, hoping that way without any distractions or work, Dalton would finally learn to relax and socialize.

Instead, as he wandered the vast array of stalls and game booths, his bodyguard training and mentality kicked in. All the boy could see were threats and potential dangers... no security cameras, plenty of places for suspects to hide, hell... several students from the academy were carrying their weapons..''. WEAPONS! ''In plain sight, and with so many civillians around, accidents were a high possibility.

None of this helped his paranoia, not the slightest.

Dalton sighed, shut his eyes, took a deep breath and whispered to himself "I am not tense..." putting as much conviction in his words as possible, as if that would make them true.

Beside him, Dalton's companion "arfed" in response, as if saying "Yeah... sure..." If he were human, Bucky would probably be rolling his eyes now in disbelief.

The bodyguard twitched in annoyance and ignored his dog. A full minute of meditation later, he opened his eyes again, determined to have a good time and forget about work just for today. His resolve lasted for about 10 seconds...

This time, his gaze was drawn to a group of students talking to an older man dressed in an unusual costume, like a professional actor's suit. What struck him was the man's fearful, desperate look and generally upset expression: classic signs of trouble.

Normally he would stay back, trusting the other Hunters-in-training to handle whatever was bothering the man... But then he saw another familiar figure joining the crowd, dressed in a flamboyant cloak and feathered hat. Dalton noted his smitten expression, particularly towards the female students in the group.

Knowing Leon, he was about to attempt another one of his awkward "romantic" approaches, perhaps hoping to impress the girls by offering help to the man and appearing as a noble, selfless individual. This will not end well... Dalton groaned, as he briskly moved to intercept Leon, hoping he wasnt too late to stop his friend from embarassing himself.