Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150716101121/@comment-11163511-20150717142509

((No worries. Sam's a stinking cynic himself, as he had a rather protective father.))

"Well, what I find questionable, Scythe, is how you are able to juggle your patriotic duties with high school. I mean, you can't ACTUALLY be in two places at once and I mean in the literal sense. That's why I wasn't convinced. And Harry, what I just said might or might not be true, as it is only a hypothesis. I just have this feeling she wasn't after the forest's resources. Do you see any huge wood piles round here? Any hanging sheets of animal hyde on drying racks? No? Then she probably wasn't a poacher. She's here for a reason and I am having a tingling feeling down my throat. Quinn, are you very much CERTAIN that she wasn't doing anything to you before we came? Was she following you? Did she have any suspicious behaviour before AT ALL?"

Sam was kinda stressing out a bit. He normally wouldn't talk loudly that much but he was kinda tired of this whole arguing thing that had been going on with him and Harry, along with his head about to explode due to thinking of all the posible motives of Shirley and all the weird stuff that had just come up.

"And no, I am not an actual medic. I'm just a lad with the "destiny" of opening people up, DEAD OR ALIVE!!!."

He was not aware that his words could have led people into thinking he was going to be a murderer. No, he was supposed to become a surgeon.