Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24487330-20140319210103

Camo turned in shortly after the others, but while they remained awake, he did everything he could to get to sleep. His narcolepsy was a genetic curse whose consequences he couldn't afford to ignore, even in the midst of such aggravation. Without a decent night's sleep, the effects on his wake-sleep patterns would be highly unpredictable, making it impossible to perform effectively in his studies at Beacon.

The fact that he was still grievously under-equipped, though, did bother him for a short while. He wouldn't dare threaten his education by resorting to familiar tactics, so the obvious choice was to seek out employment in the town at some point. Hopefully, he can conserve what little ammunition he still has until funds start to come in.