Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150502044323/@comment-25924729-20150505070932

Still half-asleep, Laura loaded up her revolver and some darts inside various compartments in her belt. Satisfied, she headed to the dining hall for breakfast.

Surveying the menu, she pretended to be disgusted by the simple foods provided. Turkey, milk, carbonated drinks, bread, an insane amount of watermelon and even a swordfish...

Taking what she hoped was a "classy" enough meal fit for a millionaire's daughter, she looked around for a table to sit. Really feeling pressured, she hardly felt like socializing at all this morning...

Unfortunately, all the tables were taken, save one where the blue kid who chucked a guy out a window yesterday was seated. Sighing to herself, she took a seat on that table, keeping as far away from the blue chap as possible to avoid talking to him.