Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131102172324/@comment-11245963-20131105030159

Raymond lay snoozing on the couch once again, only to be suddenly awakened by the screeching sound of an alarm clock. He sat upright in the sofa and stared blankly at a digital alarm clock, before climbing out of his couch and turning the alarm off. He pushed himself up and stumbled over to a table, where a grenade launcher, his MMCOSK, a belt, and a handful of smoke grenades laid, grabbing the MMCOSK with one hand and stuffing it into it's sheath, and then picking up the grenade launcher. He pushed a button on the left side and bent the front portion of the weapon downwards, revealing the empty grenade tube. He reached for one of the numerous projectiles laying around and grabbed onto one, shoved it into the socket, and closed the launcher back up. To finalize his preparations, he grabbed the belt and looped it carelessly around his pants, slinging the launcher over his shoulder and sticking grenades in the pouches on his belt. On his way out, he grabbed the hastily packed suitcase, a music player, and the letter. He opened the door just a sliver, sliding through just barely as it swung back and shut itself. Standing outside the room, he peeked down at his letter to figure out which loading dock to use, and then shoved the letter into his pocket. Raymond stuffed two earbuds into his ears, and set off for the loading docks.