ScottRansom21
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- Posted: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 01:19:55 +0000

As she began to speak, Scott merely smirked. Her tone didn’t assure him that he was welcomed, but it did amuse him to say the least. To him, it sounded cocky. However, as she continued to continue to respond to his words he merely remained silent, taking the tray with one hand before walking into the room and placing it upon the bed. Walking back to the door, he merely stared into one of her eyes with his own. As she stated that there was no intention of a long conversation he merely made a ‘shooing’ motion with one hand. “Then go. It is obvious that you don’t want to bother with me. Say not another word and go. If we’re both lucky, we can find a way to end this crazy idea our so-called superiors had and get back to our lives.” He told her before stepping back and shutting the door before she could say anything else.
Indeed, he wasn’t one to make friends. However, he wasn’t trying to.
As he walked back to the bed he sighed as he began to look around the room, making sure to find any magical artifact that would allow someone to see or hear into his room. And as he found nothing (after going through the room rather thoroughly) he growled and sat down on the bed with his tray of food, sniffing it to tell what it was. ‘I see. They heavily spiced the meets…From the scents on it they brought an old friend here to handle my meals. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the so-called servants here was my old chef.’ He thought, turning his gaze to the old cup. For his meal, they had gone out of their way and avoided a glass, giving him an old style wooden cup just to make sure he seemed more ‘at home’. Starting to eat what she had brought, he stopped about midway and sighed before he began to scoot back to the middle of the bed before, crossed his legs, placed the tray in front of him and grabbed one of his old tomes that lied near him on the bed. Placing it neatly into his lap as he began to read, eat and wash down the meal with some of the wine.
However, as he sat there to read he opened up to the page he had left off on and froze as he saw a letter where his book mark rested. It was explaining about the ball. ‘I have too…You have got to be kidding me!’ He thought to himself as he let off a low growl. Crumpling the piece of paper and throwing it across the room he snarled at it before looking back to his book. “First you take me from a battlefield and now you want me to dress up and dance? You elders better be happy your lives are going to be short, because I might just end them.” He muttered angrily to himself. He was angry, nay, furious that they had decided to even make him attend a ball of all things. But they even expected him to ask one of the females to it? It was not only insulting, it was degrading! ‘It is asking would I rather be poisoned or stabbed? I don’t know, they all sound unpleasant.’ He thought to himself as he reached for a small vial on his belt. Removing it from its spot he popped the cork and poured the contents into the wine before starting to drink it once more. He had made a rather potent antidote over his few years alive. Just in case they did try to poison him, he figured he should have something on hand to combat it.
And as he finished his cup he sighed and tossed it aside, not caring where it landed for now. ‘Now I have to figure out how to get out of this…Or at least survive the night.’ He thought as he began to lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. ‘This can’t be easy on my older brother. It must be rather rough.’ He thought to himself before chuckling. ‘I suppose it makes sense…I have it rough, but they roped him in to make me feel better about it. I didn’t have anything to lose.’ He thought as he lied there, merely thinking over how he should handle the situation.
{(OoC: She might be, but all it is doing is amusing Scott...And now he's just ticked at the Elders for the event. His thoughts: If I try not to get involved, maybe I will go alone and sneak out the back?)}





