Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140323233223/@comment-24296957-20140326024818

Triste stared back, no expression. She pulled tighter on Heartstrings. "And that makes you special, eh? You think you're THE ONLY ONE?! You think you're the only one with a sop story, punk? You don't have to live in the fear of WHITE FANG finding you and murdering you in your fucking sleep! You weren't the one who was holed away all their life, not knowing anything else other than the HOUSE you were confined in! So just because you lost your mother to an anti-faunus extreemist, that gives you the damn right to ask for pity? You weren't the one who was raised in a household that planned and executed the rallies, asswipe!  I have a bounty on my head, and what do you have on yours, huh?"

With her free hand, she punched Arro in the face, and withdrew Heartstrings, wrenching free of him. "Watch. Your. Tone...fuckhead.  Don't ask me to be calm when you yourself aren't calm.  Play with the Hell's Angel and you're gonna get burnt." Triste walked over to Tanner.

"Tanner...if this gets out of hand, please either hild me back or Mr. Woe-is-Me over there back.  My day is already ruined.  I'd hate to spill more blood." She loaded yellow dust into her weapons. "Or kill, for that matter." She sat down next to Tanner. "What a way to approach a girl, eh..." Triste mumbled.