Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170716152944

Tanner rolled his eyes, stepped to the door, then pushed it wide open before stepping through.

It revealed a comfortable room, complete with a very exquisite, rich-looking bed, a television with holotape player, a pinball machines, a gaming set-up, and other quality immenities.

Beacon however, was leaning against the center piece of the room. It was a cyrogenic pod set on it's back. There was a beautiful woman inside, with flowing dark hair, a hair-shaped face, thick, surprised-looking brows, a slooping nose, and gentle, smooth features. The pod's gas was frosted on the inside, although that was fading. The glass had a massive hole punched in it. Beacon had his his pressed to an unbroken part of the glass, was sobbing heavily, and mumbling something incoherent. He appeared to be unharmed.

"Look out, Will." Tanner mocked, completely unaffected by the man's crying, but seemed to find it amusing that this is what everyone had been wary of.