Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20180824062111/@comment-4059927-20180825062144

Gregory led the way into their messy room. The smell of weed emanated throughout the room. Gregory took all the trash cluttering his bed and made a clear spot where she could sit. Erick sat up on the old brown dresser nearest to his bed.

"We've been making noise." Erick sneered. "I've been getting in peoples faces and forcing it down their throats so I don't understand what you're saying about making a big storm when that's what I'm good at."

Gregory started to go through his blue art bag that he hid under his bed. He started pulling out pens, paint brushes, even chalk. Anything they could use for the posters and pamphlets they were going to pass out. "Erick, we don't need to threaten people to get them to see it our way."

"People in this place are so accustomed to bullying and violence. The best way to grasp their attention is to be assertive, but not malicious and violent." Gregory stated.

"Yeah, well good luck with that." Erick snorted.