War rp

Drake: come on dude *holds out his hand for a fist bump*

 

Serena:
-walks up to abhi- Calm down Abs

 

Abhi: I can't help it, he sends me to do medics and doesnt say anything else.
0.0 OCD.

 

Drake: *smiles and walks to the campfire sits down and sharpens my knife thinking about something…or someone*

 

Serena:
It's cool gurl -messes with the sharp ends of her lip rings-

 

Serena:
Ouch! Ah goddammit! -looks at her bloody finger-

 

Abhi: I'm too uptight, aren't I? 0.0

 

Drake: pretty much I like it sharp

 

Drake: and I sharpen it to release stress

 

Abhi: He worries me. e.e

 

Abhi: I'm worried about him for other reasons, thank you very much.

 

Drake: *sets down one knife and picks up another you notice there is a small pile of knives by my side* I need a lot because I leave the knives in the high ranking people so they know who killed them

 

Abhi: Quit laughing! *Holds her gun, rubbing her head*