Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130828220157/@comment-11588669-20130902011948

Rage...issues...god, if only you knew....if only you knew...

"Somewhere else eh....maybe your head..." The merc mutters darkly. Nox looks at Avery, and growls slightly. He clenches his hand again, breaking the ice and digging shards into it. The pain brings focus, clarity. It pushes the rage away, allowing for rational thought to set in.

He glares at Avery, and speaks as if talking to a slow child. "Okay, I will only ask this one more time, or something bad will happen. What. Were. You. Doing?" Blood now flows freely from his hand as he jerks the knife out of the wall. Spinning it to where he's holding it by the point, the merc throws it into the stall door. It sinks in right by her left ear, and doest even reverberate.

''Why, the hell am I in this place. The students hate me, the teachers think I'm worthless. More good to the world, eh? The world has to do me some good first.''

The dark thoughts do nothing for his mood, as his tone shows excessively. He's itching for a fight, some form of stress relief. If a student gets killed in the process, why should he care? If he died, they wouldn't even bat an eye. And with the amount of people in this room, that's most likely going to happen.

"Now, are you going to answer me, so we can end this pointless shitstorm? Or am I moving the next one about three inches to the right?" Nox says, another knife in his hand.