Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170622180108

Elijah rose an eyebrow at the two's little reunion but said nothing of it as he sighed, taking in the surroundings while noticeably separating himself from the group.

In situations like these, it was dangerous to trust so early on. But it must be fictional, the after effects of some sort of drunk dream. Then again, this... place seems to be way too realistic to be a dream induced by chugging a bottle of Hennessy.

He rummaged around his messenger bag once again, creating an inventory of the items he had on him. Some holy water and a tin of assorted pencils and pens with a miniature A5 sketchbook tucked away in the front pocket. As much as he loved making designs for his deadbeat job, he doubted that a packet of Prismacolor would help him survive. Unless they could be used for lead poisoning.

He tucked everything back into place, quietly examining the people surrounding him in a twisted curiosity. As far as Elijah was concerned, everyone in this room could be a potential threat. And it didn't hurt to get to know your competition.