» Mon Mar 29, 2010 5:03 am
Roaven stood, idle, and ran a hair through his messy black hair, watching the ghouls go about their business. He had been sent to the Catacombs as a guard, from the penitentiary. He held no love for ghouls, as not all of them were innocent victims, but had nothing against them either. The close quarters made him uneasy, and almost made him wish he traded his hunting rifle for an assault rifle. He was more comfortable in the open, were he had a range advantage on the enemy. He didn't expect any trouble, but nonetheless wanted to make sure everything went smoothly. A glare had been enough to break up a fight between two ghouls earlier, but it had been as simple as scaring away troublemakers from a bar. He wanted something more exciting, but the job paid, and it wasn't particularly difficult.
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