SOTF Mini

Michael nervously chalked up his grip on the gun. He shook his head a little and looked back up at the other two. "I don't think "cool" would be the proper term for what we are but I suppose for the time being...."

He looked down at the dead boy on the floor.

"....er.....advantage is given to those with the proclivity for group work...." he stammered.

He picked up his bag and the bag of the fallen boy, along with the night stick.

"We're, kay I guess."

I don't feel good.

It didn't seem like Michael was going to attack, he still looked worried. But not a threat to them at that time. At the same time, the area might not be safe for long. The gunshots might attract others, and it was of course a matter of time before someone else showed up. That was just the way things went.

"Look we should probably head out of here. You're still welcome to come with us Michael, if you want. If not, it's cool."

"But yeah, let's head out."

(Benjamin Latimer continued in Vioelectroylis)

(OOC: Wait, didn't Michael take the nightstick and the bag? I'll just ignore the part about Ben taking Harris's stuff, and him handing Johan the nightstick, then.)

After Ben and Johan answered Michael's question on whether or not they were "crazy", Michael stammered a bit and ended with "We're, kay I guess."

Well, that's good...

Johan scrutinized him. Michael didn't look like he would hurt anyone anytime soon, but Johan figured that he was still probably a bit disturbed over the whole thing (Johan himself was, at least), and it wasn't exactly safe to stick around too long. Ben then said, "Look we should probably head out of here. You're still welcome to come with us Michael, if you want. If not, it's cool."

Johan nodded affirmatively. "The quicker we get out of here, the better."

He certainly didn't want to stay too long near the body. Someone might stroll in and mistake them for murderers...

Interrupting Johan's thoughts, Ben then said, "But yeah, let's head out."

Without anything else to say, Ben left and Johan followed.

(M18 - Johan Luther continued in Vioectrolysis)

((Good call, Un67))

Michael nodded frantically, agreeing with Johan. His shaggy brown hair ruffled even more and he tried smoothing it in a near panic. After taking inventory of his new acquisitions and making sure he still had a good handle on the cumbersome shot gun he followed the other two out of the barracks.

"I guess I'll stay for a while," he mumbled.

To keep calm, he kept counting in his head. It did little to help, but nothing else would. Endless strings of numbers dulled out the fear a bit. Over and over and over.

((Michael Sechooler continued in My Own Summer (Shove it)))