Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26060252-20150130001450/@comment-25727671-20150307155056

Rhythm collapsed onto the bed in his bedroom after classes, staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't the dorms, so it was much quieter. Before long he jumped back up. He quickly wrote a note out, though the explanation for his abscence was untrue, it would be plausible.

He opened the doors to his closet, revealing inside his weapon, along with the many pre-loaded drum magazines. Each held over thirty rounds, which meant he rarely had to reload, not to mention they were a hassle to carry. He picked up one of his small spare backpacks, and slipped two extra drums into it before loading one into his weapon.

He walked down the stars quietly, knowing his teammates could be elsewhere but not wanting to take chances. He placed his previously written note down near the living room T.V., opened the front door, and silently slipped out, closing the door behind him with a soft click, shouldering the backpack and pulling his vest closer as he slowly walked off.