Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-25924729-20170129030045

"My god..." Leon groaned, feeling more and more despair by the second. It was as Gillian said, everyone was caught up in a childish display of threats and abilities, even their employer. Instead of fear or intimidation, all Leon felt was crushing disappointment at the group... All they've accomplished was to waste their energy and divide the group.

The cowboy was starting to question whether or not the job was a good idea anymore. At this rate Leon counted himself lucky if he could survive a day in the mines with these psychos, let alone get paid enough to make it worth his neck... He almost walked out on the spot, but decided not to risk angering Gillian, Margrit or Drait any further, lest he get shot for treason... Unlikely, but who knows what sociopaths were capable of.

Though... there may be some hope yet. Drait's sudden personality change was surprising, to say the least. Leon watched the spiky haired man walk past with a wary look, unconsciously backing away a few steps. He couldn't tell if he actually changed, or was simply faking submission for Gillian's benefit. In any case, it was a welcome respite from the tension, he just hoped it lasted...

Once everyone else had gone, Leon unholstered Cowboy Harlequin in shotgun form and took his place at Fabio's side, trying to put on a brave face as he stared into the gloomy, forboding mine.