Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-25588187-20150217000037

Jiro sat at the entrance of the cart, which was a blessing as it gave him a luxury known as fresh air, which he made sure to use as much of as possible. He picked his claws together, producing a rythmic clicking sound, which was mainly used to drown out the crying and/or swearing of all the other prisoners. "Who were you dealing with, Oldiaris? Who?" he asked himself under his breath. "Jiro will find out, Jiro won't die in this hole."