Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131102172324/@comment-11245963-20131111212720

Raymond sat on a couch once again, staring out through a large, reinforced glass pane. The view of the docks was fresh in his mind, people coming and going, to never see each other again. The thought of it depressed him somewhat, so he tried to wipe the idea out of his head.

He shifted his eyes and looked behind him, out towards the crowd that boarded alongside him. A rather freakish bunch, he thought, but one particularly caught his eye, one with a rather large machine by her side.

''Who the hell brings a robot with them on a hot springs trip? Well, I suppose I can't talk, hell, I have a grenade launcher at my side, whatever.''

He pivoted his body back around, facing towards the window, and reached for his grenade launcher, forcefully pulling it open, revealing the grenade inside. He pulled it out to examine it, taking in the view of the rather scraped up brass that housed the inner workings. Along the tip of the launched section was a freshly painted white stripe.

Wallace nodded and shoved the grenade back into the tube, snapping it shut again and laying it by his side, leaning back in the couch, wary of anyone looking to nab his trinkets and forcing himself to not fall asleep.