Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140103051911/@comment-7489529-20140108053736

Bergen was still kind of exhausted from the fight. He hoped the next class would be less... Physical. He leaned over Regda's shoulder to peek at the schedule. Physics. Of course. As they headed to the classroom, Bergen caught whiff of something heavenly coming from the bakery. He slowed down, and let his nose lead him. The cafeteria staff was preparing cake. Cake. Bergen leaned on the wall next to the kitchen and let the smell linger a little longer. Soon, some angry looking students walked up to him.

"Hey... You're that freshman that got the lowest combat rating in initiation, right?"

Bergen gulped.

"Ummm... We were scored on that?"

The student smiled, cracked his knuckles, and raised a fist.

"Welcome to Beacon, punk!"