Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-11588669-20140525144252

Nox stepped back, panting. Androids littered the floor around him, the metallic bodies littered with oil...and some blood. The entire training area was filled with the mechs, some twitching in a morbidly human fashion. One began to rise. The mercenary flicked his wrist, and a knife pinned it's head to the floor. Three beeps later, and a smoldering hole was left.

He had lost control. Nox had been...dealing with his hormones poorly. Denying them, shoving them into a corner of his mind to be forgotten. And they came back with a vengeance.

Midnight eyes had traced over the forms of female students as they walked. He had caught himself staring and daydreaming, slipping into a lax state that just begged for trouble. And it was pissing him off.

He was controlled. Cold and logical, never letting his emotions get the better of him...right?

If so, then why couldn't he get these damned thoughts out of his head?!

With a snarl, he punched the wall next to him. The unforgiving metal busted open his skin, and blood dripped down. The pain tore him away from his anger, to his physical state. He had numerous scratches and nicks seen through torn clothing. His body ached from bruises and strained muscles. He had entered the room, started up the scenario, and went to town. The young mercenary just vented the entire time, and didn't know how many he had disassembled.

Honestly, he lost count after fourty.

And none of it helped. Once more, he lashed out at the wall, then walked off to the showers. He undressed and quietly slipped in, hissing from the sting of warm water on wounds. His mind wandered, and he accidently slipped away into some rather dirty thoughts involving a purple haired mechanic. 