OOC: my char has been stationary for 2 pages, so i'll safely assume Arnie is busy. (cant say i wasn't patient).
IC: "sod this" Nox muttered to himself, and left the cue. He picked up the scrab leg he left on the table with his one hand, while he leant his 'standard rifle' on his shoulder with the other hand, and left the cafeteria, feeling crushed in there by so many people.
he wondered out into the coridoor, occassionaly taking bites out of the scrab leg he was holding, until he noticed a rather large slig (Patrick) confronting a nervous looking mudokon (Roy). his schizophrenia started to bubble up inside him again, and began to think violent thoughts that he didnt want to think.
hey...hey, that slig there, you see 'im? he's gonna' kick the crap outta' that filthy mud! yeah...yeah thats right. well Mr Righteousness, yeh gonna' stand by and let that happen?!? are yeh!!
knowing this was blatantly untrue, Nox shook his head in an attempt to rid the dark thoughts, and began to approach the slig (Patrick), his gun still in a relaxed position against his shoulder, himself looking all too weary.
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