Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170311205245

Surprisingly, without warning, Quail stood up from his wheelchair, grabbing the man's hair. As he collapsed back into his chair, he brought the man with him, ramming his head repeatedly onto the metal armrest. His fault for messing with a milieu leaders brother. The fight had certainly attracted a crowd, although Quail was in a wheelchair, he was particularly brutal at times, a sly smirk on his face as he threw the man back, pieces of his old personality glimpsing through.

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Alice turned around and raised an eyebrow at Maxwell. She hesitantly nodded, excusing herself from a small group of clan members to a secluded place in the hallway upstairs. She sighed, fiddling with an untouched cigar as she looked at the man hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it poppet."