Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-5543592-20150516150915

Nash was writing away, calm and collected for once. The Oculory was the one place he could find peace. He had parchment plastered to the wall and was scribbling away with a pen, a pouring out equations.

Charles came up behind him, watching Nash write away.

"What is all this?" He asked, gesturing to the equations.They were systemic, numerous, but disorganized and sprawling.

"This is a group playing conkers." He jabbed his pen at one equation. "This is a flock of pigeons fighting over bread crumbs." He jabbed his pen at a second. "And this is a woman chasing a man who stole her purse."

Charles looked sideways at Nash with a raised brow. "Nash, you watched a mugging. That's weird."

Suddenly, a commotion sounded outside, and Nash spun around. What was that?  "Charles?" He called, but his friend was already gone. Nash dropped his pen and hurried outside.