Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-4059927-20170906233702

Ryan sat down, muttering something to himself about not wanting to be here. He crossed his arms and looked like an angry child in timeout.

Greg took a seat to the left of Ryan and looked everyone over, noticing most eyes were set on Ryan. He reached into his back pocket and fished out a cigarette.

Michael stood to the right of Leroy, ready to react at a moments notice in case it ever came to that. Hopefully it wouldn't, hopefully everyone could remain cordial and stay within the parameters that were set.

"Alright, Kyla, you go first." Michael said.

"Why her?" Ryan protested.

"Ryan, shut up." Michael barked.