Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130731095638/@comment-10298385-20130804065723

Beacon.

Sorrel paused, turning his head just enough to fix him with a one-eyed glare. Who was he? He'd never seen him at campus before- a new guy? A teacher? Sorrel was sure he'd seen everyone at least once, and though he wasn't the best with names; he never forgot a face.

His eyes glanced down at the panting man by his feet (who flinched, to Sorrel's mild irritation) and Sorrel exhaled just enough for it to be considered a sigh, fingers fiddling with a lose bandage in his pocket.

"I don't care about them." He stated as flatly as possible, turning around just enough to face the other man fully. "I only care about myself. And letting myself fall to that level of pettiness just for some roundabout percieved form of justified revenge is quite frankly revolting, not to mention fucking stupid. Do what you want, but count me out of it. I only came to check up on a job- which was a waste of time, as you can see." He rolled his eyes and gave a jerk of his head to indicate their bloodstained and thrashed surroundings, staring up with bored eyes. "If you're going to hurt someone-"

There was a clattering of the door behind him as another man walked in, a half-vocalised bark of 'Hey, are you idiots done yet-' sounding out before being abruptly cut off with a muffled pop and squelch. Sorrel lifted his hand away from Hellelade's holster -having adjusted the angle and shot from where it was fastened against his pack- tucking it back into his pocket.

"Might as well make it quick and go the entire way."