Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30396618-20140521090232/@comment-24304510-20140528075342

As Vihrea stalked away, the group turned back to see Silvia running towards them. Insinctively, Argent moved behind Cam, but Silvia's sorrowful expression brought the leader's head peeping out.

"Sil..." Lanse started to speak, but couldn't force out any words before she ran away. His shoulders sagged as she retreated. "I...didn't want things to turn out this way."

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It had only been about an hour, but Lanse was feeling horrible. Vihrea hadn't come back to the room, and with Argent and Cam doing their normal routines, he was alone in the room. It was still early, but Lanse grabbed his trumpet case out from under his bed. He had a lot on his mind, and playing would at least alleviate some of his concerns. At least, that was his hope.

Stepping out the front door of the Shawcross Dorm, the musician shivered a bit as the night air hit him. There was still quite a bit until curfew. Maybe he'd be able to play a couple songs that he hadn't run through in a while.