Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160408213713/@comment-25686329-20160410221944

The Yankee took out an earbud that was blasting Spinningold's Can't Get Enough of Myself, which was presently his current jam, as he found that upon returning to the whole school circuit, the more emphasis he put on his own ego and narcissim, the more it distracted him from his problems, the state of his life now.

He knew the room well. It was typically undisturbed, and largely unused, which was why the Yankee had holed himself up in it recently.

He opened the door... and spotted that French guy he couldn't remember the name of for the life of him. The one that had evidently been calling him a frickboy, if heresay was to be believed.

The Yankee took out the other earbud and shoved the device into a jacket pocket.

He glanced over his shoulder for the briefest of seconds, checking his six for any kind of authority or some such rat that'd get him in trouble... because he was about to pick a verbal fight, a physical one if necessary.

He kicked the door shut with the back of his foot and stared the other guy down.

"The hell is this?"