Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24595669-20160322024131/@comment-7455957-20160328173824

Coriander didn't have much to do anymore. He used to be so lively. And damn him if it wasn't just some time ago when he used to run free, not a care in the world. But that seemed to be over for now. Ever since Kogil and the others from the Seven had shown up, it's been real quiet for him.

He thought back to his first week as Don, he used to get involved then, go on jobs with his men. He used to spearhead the operations himself, fighting guards, cracking safes, and the thrills. That's what it was really about, wasn't it? The constant adrenaline of rushing through fields, lodging his fists into anything that moved. But he left that life behind when Beacon fell. Aside from the occasional speech and PR stunt, Coriander was now kept inside of his office, where he would sit in quiet, mostly alone.

Whenever he'd try to leave, there'd surely be someone there to stop him, and that would always be a Seven member claiming he was being kept there for his protection. Sure he was pampered with living accomodations he never thought he'd have, but was this what he wanted? Being a figurehead for this organization, and nothing else, abandoning his friends and team to live his life in what was practically total confinement? He sighed, but stopped his moping with a sudden realization.

''If I sneak out, they won't notice if I just pop out for one quick misadventure or two, right? Those lot aren't here anyways, so maybe i'll have the chance to escape for once.''

Coriander quickly snuck a look out the window behind his desk. He saw the patrolmen outside the manor, pacing through the rain with their black umbrellas and their weapons. He knew he couldn't just leave as he is, they'd catch him and bring him back in minutes of his departure! He threw on a hooded cloak, wrapping it around himself snugly, and slipped out his door, bypassing the mafioso stationed in the hallway without much effort.

Sometimes I remember why I let myself get convinced to hire the Seven after all...

He took a look at his surroundings, spotting an open window and a fence door left ajar outside. With a swift sprint and a leap, he threw himself through the second floor window, plopping hard onto the ground with a shabbily executed roll, and dashed through the open fence, disappearing into the surrounding urban alleyways, looking for a brilliant adventure.