Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-3293219-20140701183224

Kaizen's pickaxe hit the stone walls again, he winced as a small pebble chipped off and flew up, hitting his face, enraging him even more. He was starting to enjoy this, the loathing, biding his time until the morning shift ends and he can start looking into getting out of here. All he had was the clothes on his back and a pickaxe, he'd used more crude tools for the job and a pickaxe would leave a nice hole in somebody's head, should the need arise.

The Black Argonian looked up, seeing that somebody was marching back and too, checking to see that everyone was in line, Kaizen hated that. He had no intention of breaking ranks just yet and having this damn Altmer come sniffing around just made him want to bury his pickaxe into his high and mighty eyesocket. But still, he continued to chip away at the wall, biding his time...

''That Imperial Bitch... The both of them, they aren't going to know what hit them...''