Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160724065302/@comment-13488655-20160725064915

About half a mile away from the wreckage of the caved in building, a tall man, most likely in his early twenties could be seen with a sort of armored hockey mask on his head, humming a small song to hinself as he used his arm to help remove the airbubbled trapped behind one of the posters he was putting up. As he saw that his work in the area was done, he then kicked up a small black box that was next to his feet, catching it in his hands before opening it up, revealing a ham and cheese sandwich for the mans breakfast.