Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-24304510-20160805034821

Yang chuckles as Aurea salutes, then begins the motion of mimicking the action before she abruptly stops, her hand drifting back down to her side. For a moment there, a flash of a scowl crossed Yang's face, but just as quickly as it appeared, it was replaced by the jovial-yet-strained look that most people had been wearing since the outbreaks began.

"Thanks, Aurea. I'm counting on you. She can be a little shy, especially around boys, so that's why I singled you out. Also..." A twinge of embarassment flushed over Yang's cheeks as she scratched the back of her head. "I thought that since we're both blondes, have similar builds... she might get along a bit better with yo-"

At this point, a loud, sharp BANG erupts from somewhere inside the center. As if on instinct, Yang swivels around, crouching a bit as she grasps for the handle of the blade on the back of her belt. Several other Trainers in the lobby also jump to their feet in response to the noise, looking around fervently for the source. It soon becomes apparent however, as the door from the Garage Annex swings open, and Cardin bursts into the lobby, thin trails of smoke obscuring clear sight as to what he might be running from.

"Damn it!" He throws a wrench to the ground, the metallic clanging noise ringing throughout the room as it bounces and skids to a stop in front of Noble. "That's the fuel intake manifold shot. I'm never going get this hunk of junk working again." It's readily apparent that he was working on the tow truck, with little success. Spying the bulletin board, he stomps angrily over to the signup sheets and barely takes a glance at the missions before throwing his name in with the Warehouse crew. Still fuming, Cardin storms off towards another part of the center.