Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-11588669-20140126012400

Ambrose pushed it back in, mouth open in a silent scream as the joint reset. He nearly vomited, sitting there for a few minutes before pushing himself up slowly, grabbing his rifle. The mute slung it around his back, and looked at Oria, the pained smirk on his face hidden by the bandana. He shakily signed out that he was ready to go, and that she could talk, he understood spoken words.

Taking a step, he winced as the motion jostled his arm, but motioned them to go.