Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-25038310-20140827200255

J'Tarz woke up, slowly and with a bad headache. He headed downstairs, carrying his sniper rifle on his back and his two pistols  which were dangling on his belt. He lowered his bandana and hood when he sat on the table. He covered his face with his palm and with his other hand he started putting some food on his plate, and started eating. He wasn't very talkative, having had a nightmare of the same figure with a menacing skull as a mask.