Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140731053900/@comment-17970636-20140814065504

Arden walked through the many halls of Beacon with no purpose in mind. All he knew was that he had to sleep somewhere, but first priority was weapon maintainance.

The brown-haired boy tugged his sniper from off his back and sat down placing it on his lap. He gave a small sigh as he pulled out the gun oil he used to keep it well lubricated, and went through the steps he had done a thousand times before to keep the rifle well maintained.

Checking his clips, he loaded up the weapon and snapped on the safety before slinging the weapon over his shoulder and walking towards the ballroom.

''You know... teams of 4.... that sounds like 3 too many... ''he thought to himself before removing his eyepatch and stowing it away in his pocket.