Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130809063216/@comment-11588669-20130809194300

The knife descends, while those red eyes stare in hatred

Nox jerks awake panting hard, knife in hand. Looking around, he recognizes the ball room. The Merc sighs, grabs some clothes and soap, and heads to the men's bath room. As he moves throughout the hall, he arcs an eyebrow at the sleeping attire. Some people have no self control or respect.

The midnight eyed teen sets the clothes down, turns on the shower, and steps into the spray. Fishing his soap out of the bag, he cleans up quickly. He gets out, and stares at the reflection in the mirror.

Midnight eyes roam over the torso. Crossing most of his shoulders and upper chest are dark blue runic tattoos. That are accompanied by scars infused with dust, giving them a lighter blue hue. And then there are regular ones, white lines that intersect. Bullet wounds, slash marks, stab wounds, all are present. Turning to his clothes, he dresses-

And freezes when he realizes he forgot a shirt. More specifically, gave it to Tianee.

"Sonnuva-" He swore.

Great. Now I have to walk ACROSS the hall, up the stairs, and to my backpack. Just...great.

Sighing, he takes his stuff, breathes in deeply, and steps out.