Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140421033222/@comment-11588669-20140607193114

He took the key, and walked into his own room. Immediately, the door was shut, locked, and a small noise trap was rigged to wake him up.

Paranoia had saved him on more than one occasion.

Winter sighed, and set his bag on the couch, and dropped down beside it. His face went from the cold expression he usually had to one that was...tired. He had been at this for five years...five years of violence, five years of merciless actions. He had been in skirmishes, nearly a battle, once. Assassinations, sabatoge, murder, arson. Bodyguard missions were the most tame of anything he ever did. Normally, anyways.

"Well, Nox..." He murmured to himself, grabbing his normaly array of nightclothes. "Here's to hoping you have a peaceful contract...and didn't just jinx the shit out of it."