Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150112130316/@comment-25038310-20150113065932

"Where is it, Antoine?!" Said one figure as he landed a right hook on his face. Some drupa of blood made their way out of his nostrils and on his bandana - giving the already black bamdama a layer of dark red.

Antoine faced the groumd, and after a few moments, he looked up at the supposed leader of the group. Instead of saying something, his cheek and face rised up slightly, giving the impression that he was grinning.

The leader glared at the stubborn thief, and kicked him again, making him hit the hard oaken wall of the room. Jack grunted in pain again, but he could barely move due to the poison he was poisoned with.

"Come on, Anthony. We both don't want the Masked-Eyes to have it. The omnipotent wish-granting device could be ours!"

Antoine grinned again. "You only want coin and riches.. my cause for it is holier than your bullshit. And you'd just kill me when you could put your hands on it.."