Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140715053759/@comment-24857097-20140812224243

Browning was just standing there with a blank expression, it has been a while since he felt this way. There was a bright flash and that's all it took for him to snap out of it. Regaining his bearings, he looked at what used to be an audience. It was a warzone and Browning was not happy about, rather he started feeling pissed off. He pulled out his M1911, loaded the gun with blanks, and then shot all 8 rounds into the air.

It just became more chaotic, but it convinced a rather large group to run away from the battlefield. Browning cursed under his breath before looking back at Margie while reloading his gun with rubber ammo.

"Alright, you're right about this. Let's regroup so you guys can help out. There are spare security vests and weapons backstage. I don't why they would be there, but I'm assuming it's in case shit like this happens and you want to help out yet don't have your main weapons. Follow me!"

He made a gesture that translates to "follow me" to Margie and waited for her to comply before moving.

(I got back from Devil Pups about a week ago and my turn was skipped. Hope this helps advance the RP plot!)