Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-25808351-20170126221028

(Good, time to make you guys sad.)

"FUCK!!!!" Marcus kicks the massage table across the room. It flies weightlessly from the force it was hit by. It slams against the wall with unbelievable trauma, shaking the building. Marcus quickly dresses himself, grabbing all of his clothing, mumbling profanity like master of obscenity.

"Fuckin crazed fuckin bitch and your fuckin self-fucking-centered shit-fits, I outta slap the fuck out of your fuckin pie-hole like a whore mongering fuck twat! Tell me to understand your fuckin life, well what about ME?!?! YOU EVER GOING TO TRY AND UNDERSTAND ME?!?!?!?!.... I just want to help you Cyndwella, that's all it has ever been...." He throws on the rest of his clothing and storms out the door.

A frightened Lydia waits quietly, she tenses up as Marcus rounds the corner. He stops and fumbles with his coat looking for something as he sees her

"O-oh yes, I uhhh, almost forgot." He pulls out a leather pouch, he roots around for several moments as he talks to Lydia. "Sorry you had to hear that Lydia, it's been a rough night. So, for your magic fingers, a nice tip." He places in Lydia's hand a stack of silver coins that equal her years salary. "You're a damn good masseuse Lydia, I'll be back for another massage soon!" He shouts while storming down the hall.

Barreling through the establishment, Marcus steps outside. The wind howls and the snow falls with all the fury Marcus feels, but he suddenly stops. A strange scent hangs in the air....