Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130828220157/@comment-11588669-20130901175047

A wave of pain rushes through his skull, and his hand twitches along with it. The irritation he feels doesnt help matters at all. Looking at each individual person, he snarls slightly. Rage plays across his features, morphing them into a terrifying mask.

''Is everyone in here absolutely stupid? Or is it just me?''

"Are you all incompetant? Seriously?" He turned to the girl in the stall, canines bared into a grimace. "What, in the hell, were you doing in there? Better yet, why the hell were you doing whatever the fuck you were, in the middle of class?"

Nox rounds on Marcel, his fingers now clenched into a fist. His nails dug into his palm, drawing blood. The ichor drips onto the floor, staining crimson. The merc is trembling with rage. He cant understand the classwork, he cant be left alone without some human within 20 feet of him! This school is driving him insane!

"And you! What are you even doing here? Is it so hard to ask for some fucking peace and quiet!"

Somewhere during his rant, the dark haired teen unsheathed his knife. His blood runs down the blade, collecting on the tip to joining the amount on the floor.

Not even thinking, he rams the weapon into the wall. It sinks to the hilt, a testimant to how sharp it is. The teen snarls, about to go off into another rant. And then he hears sobbing.

You have got to be fucking kidding me...

Nox's eyes follow the knife's shadow, to meet those bloodshot eyes.

"And what, is your issue at the moment?" He spits out.