Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150417203936

After trying to catch a nap and failing, Azulius pulled out his scroll and flipped through his messages and to-do list, longing for something to excite his mind after the crowd left.

Copperfield's message said that the new Etheria decks were on back order and wouldn't arrive for at least a week. Shani Grayson finally found the history book she was looking for, so they could start on their group project whenever he got back to Beacon. One of the students in Azzie's DustChem class forgot to write down the assignment for the week. Mom sent her weekly "I love you, sweetie!  Be careful out there!" message, though for a (reforming) crime family, "careful" was a very relative term. And his trench coat was ready for pick-up at the dry cleaners, though they charged him a little extra for the time spent emptying the pockets of spare magazines, bullet casings, and the experimental Dust-based smoke grenade that Azulius thought he'd lost. But it worked like a charm, so that was something.

He hung his head, pocketing his scroll with one hand and massaging his temples with the other. ''It can never be constant now, can it? I'm either running for my life with excitement or I'm completely bored to death. Why can't life just be a constant level of thrills? I command the universe to do something and amuse me!''  he thought as loudly as he could.