Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5494158-20160514220014/@comment-26571677-20160514234229

Dust Mccree walked through the forest, poncho drifting in the wind. He hummed a rough tune, and had his hands behind his head. It was strange, as a graduated hunter, one would assume that he would have a lot more missions to do. In fact, he was rather bored, having finished his last assignment a month ago. The time spent with his friends was good, but he still longed for the action and adrenaline that hunting Grimm, or taking down criminals provided. He hadn't become a hunter to simply wander around the woods.

Maybe he was just drifting into a dry spell? Nah, it was probably because he finished everything too quickly, after all, he had a family to look forward to after each bounty had been completed.

He stopped moving, ears picking up as he heard a deep sigh. His hands drifted unconsciously to the barrel of one of his revolvers, and he walked carefully towards the noise, feeling relief when he saw it was just another trainee-huntress.

"G'day there, ya little Sheila, what're you doing in this part of the grounds? Don't you have class?"