Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20140730083349/@comment-24684131-20140730090119

In a strange turn of events, Liath found himself lying on a sofa inside the hull of a boat, inbound to what sounded like an awesome party on a desolate island.

For once, he had managed to avoid the temptation of arming himself, a fact that he wasn't wholely comfortable with despite the fact that the boats company comprised largely of Beacon students. No boots, no gauntlet, no blade, just a white t-shirt, baggy green shorts, a pair of trainers, and dark sunglasses perched atop his head. Sliding his left arm out from behind his head and stared at the back of his hand, eyes flickering across the trio of dots as his mind began to wander onto the other participants in this excursion.

Aval, the boss man; from what he could tell the guy was stupidly rich, and kind to boot, kind enough to invite anyone who so much as smirked at the thought of going to a party island onto his private boat so they could tag along, though his mistress - from what he had picked up, Liath guessed her name was Fredja - had only given himself and the others ice cold glares filled with quite obvious anger.

The others he didn't know, never met them before today...except...for one...

Liath felt a pang in his gut and groaned slightly, his hand falling across his face as he thought about how to deal with that little situation.

The PA system blaring on caused him to start, before smirking at the little anouncement. Sitting up and swinging his legs over the side, he sat properly, running a hand through his tangled and spiky hair as he continued his planning.