Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150421013852/@comment-24416658-20150428041035

Finishing another packet of jerky, Tanner rolled in his bunk to grab his scroll. Reaching it, he looked up Albastru's number.

"Al, ya bastard, get me a can of grape soda, will ya?" he texted, sending the message, before rolling back over and staring up at the bottom of the top bunk.

Westerner, dost thou not believe it would be right to converse with thine other recruits?

''Knight, shut up, please. If there's one thin' a cowboy don't do, it's show weakness. Or go back on his decisions. Or slap a bull's ass in the middle of a rodeo.''

However, as he thought about it, Tanner realized that it was rather quiet in the room. Shrugging, he continued to stare at the ceiling.