Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10320381-20160528050238/@comment-5999656-20160602183102

Automne watched as the last of the new members filed in and donned masks. There really were a lot of people gathered here today, she noticed, as the lights dimmed or directed onto the stage at the front. As she glanced up at this change in lighting, she noticed a dark shape in the rafters shift slightly. That was the first signal that something was wrong here.

''But of course. Narcissists prefer high places'', she thought moodily. That was enough to set her on edge. As the speakers onstage began soliloquizing, she quickly realized that the White Fang wasn't some force for good.

What's all this talk about "extermination" and "humans are the worst"?

Nah, this wasn't a force for good. People who wanted change and had no idea how to go about implementing it were drawn to terror tactics and the organizations which used them. In short, Automne realized as she scanned the room, she was surrounded by total idiots.

She almost expected a riot to spontaneously break out. At this point Automne had two choices: try to sneak out and get accosted by the guards at each exit, or hang around until the meeting had ended and everyone dissipated. But staying meant that she might be coerced into signing a binding contract or having her name on some sort of docment related to the White Fang. And she owed her grandparents enough that there was no way she would get herself locked into that kind of situation.

She made her way through the crowd, trying not to be too conspicuous, but finding that impossible. So she stopped before too many people started staring and began thinking fast.

Come on, what's a good distraction I can use to slip out of here?!

Her eyes alighted on a boom box on the stage, with the small light on top indicating that it was on.

Ahaha, there we go.

Automne whipped out her Scroll and turned the Bluetooth on. It scanned for nearby devices and voila ~ USB V3 detected. She just hoped that it was turned to max volume for maximum surprise - it should be, considering the size of the crowd gathered today. She flipped to a random song in her music library and turned it on right in the middle.

As the speakers started blaring an indigenous language, she pushed her way towards the exit and through the thankfully unlocked double doors. So even the White Fang followed basic fire emergency standards.