Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5583506-20160717214139

Entering Pearl City without their motorcycles made Pestin feel naked. He had a reputation to live up to, an image of himself to share... to spread like an infection...

"Let's have a little look around then", giggled Deaphanie, skipping happily down the streets in the search for a store for general goods or weaponry.

Ward felt completely out of place. Like a shark on a mountain top. He couldn't think straight with so little... activity around him. He was used to bullets flying past his head. He wanted to see limbs get ripped off, to see hazes of blood splatter along the ground. It was in the heat of battles he thrived. This was place was... boredom... Boredom and as somber as the grave, with little to no action at all. This place was dead.

''Guess sister dearest will feel like home then... ''he reflected and reluctantly headed after her like a stoic, lumbering guardian.