Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160501033839/@comment-27743663-20160501043242

A certain one-eyed boy in black sat in his lone corner, legs propped up on the table with one arm behind his head. He reached forward with the other, grabbing his drink and placing his straw between his lips, taking a long sip from his milkshake. He shortly hit the obnoxious noise of sipping low liquid with air, and placed his drink back on the counter.

This was...really boring, he admited to himself. He had come to the bar in hopes that something interesting might happen to alleviate his boredom, find someone peculiar to read, maybe a random fight between patrons.

But nothing.

He let out a disappointed sigh, placing his feet back down and his head on his hand. The most interesting thing happening right now were that group of all male abnormally muscled faunus oogling that horribly beat-up and absolutely drunk also faunus boy like a bunch of thugs or sexual predators.

Probably the form- wait a second...How on earth had he missed that? This...this could be interesting. He leaned forward a bit in his seat, getting a read on the boy and the group. The boy was about his age, only appering to be drunk. Or that drunk at least. The injury...was real. It had happened recently, among other things recently judging from his demenor. Though what, those were only guesses.

The group, well, their dislike of the boy was quite apparent. Though it was the type of dislike that was important. It wasn't exactly aimed all at him, but something he did, his actions. Hmm...the biggest clue was what all of them were.

Faunus.

Going from all of this, this lowered the options of what was going on. It seemed gang-related, and from that the obvious choice became White-Fang, but it was important to keep other options in mind. The boy stood up suddenly, stumbling and staggering his way to the exit as the stalled a bit then followed. The way the boy executed this caught his eye, it wasn't the walk of someone who was defenseless and intoxicated. It was the walk of someone who was capale and luring in prey.

He stretched a bit in his seat, standing up and removing some lien in his pocket to place on the table. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he stealthily followed both the group and the boy out, pulling up his hood to further mask his presence as he tailed this.

'This'll be fun,' he thought to himself with an amused grin.