Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161027002533/@comment-3293219-20161102231333

The doors burst open, boots pounded the porceline floor as every single convict in the school was forcefully dragged inside. The first thrown to the floor was Shiv, who had a black eye and a bloody nose, Sunshine was also dragged in, not wearing his hat as were the others.

Though they couldn't drag him, Ghost had four assault rifles jammed into his back, with enough force to split him in half if the they pulled the triggers. Everyone was taken to a seat as they were forced to sit down and the cloaked man entered, marching in with double the number who dragged the prisoners in.

He marched up to the front, grabbing Tamannaah and shoving her into his commrades, who grabbed her and forced her to her seat. By now, she and every other convict had at least three assault rifles pointing at them.

"Everyone relax!" The Cloaked man said, drawing his gunfrom his pocket and holding it up, gently placing it on the announcer's podium but not letting go of it.

"None of you are in any immediate danger, don't do something stupid and change that. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead, now is the time for words, not violence." He informed them, leaning against the podium.

"I am Casamir, can we say that? 'Good morning Casamir!'" He said, prompting the guards to poke everyone with their rifles as he raised his arms like a conductor, wanting everyone to say it in unison.