Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-32701432-20170312021655

Cas took the coffee from the barista with a smile, and raised an eyebrow when he saw the series of numbers along with a name written on his receipt. He looked up at the man behind and counter with a questioning gaze, given only a wink before the line moved along.

Ok.

Cas shrugged and threw the piece of paper in the garbage before he walked out the door. He didn't need any distractions from his current thoughts.

How was he going to survive this?

He sipped the bitter-sweet drink, and almost spit it out when he realized how hot it was. He was sitting on a bench in the public park when he felt a prickly feeling work its way up his spine.He shuddered, and looked around suspiciously.

He paled when he saw someone moving in the shadows of the trees. Standing up and trying to act nonchalant, he gripped the knife hidden up his sleeve. He started to walk, turned around when he felt a presence behind him. He stared up at the other experiment unsuspectingly. The guy was larger than Cas, and much more bulkier. Cas smiled sweetly, and looked up at him through his lashes, hoping that he could use his looks rather than his powers to get out of the potientially dangerous situation.

All he got was a knife-swing in return.

Rude!

Cas screamed when he felt the knife narrowly miss his face. Now he was angry. He whipped out his own knife, and took a defensive stance. He assessed his situation. He believed this particular subject had enhanced physical abilities.

He extended his consciousness, and immediately felt the man's mental walls bend to his influence. He fluttered his lashes, and gestured the man forward. He leaned forward, brushing his lips past the man's ear. He felt a tingle of disgust run through him.

That was cut off by a hand closing around his throat. He struggled to regain his control, but couldn't. He tried to scream, but nothing came out of his mouth. He steeled himself as he stared at the man's smiling face, and swung his knife, slashing his attacker's throat. He fell to the floor, clutching his soon-to-be bruised throat, and stood up, wiping the blood on the knife onto the dead man's clothes.

He expected that the lab would take care of the bodies. He yelped slightly as he felt a jolt in his arm. He poked at the tracker, testing if it would be active further. He smiled grimly as he picked up the coffee cup, throwing it in the trash.

Littering is bad.

uhmmm do i need to add the gore template because of this, or no??