Post by Onatrux on Feb 6, 2015 22:40:05 GMT -5
Onatrux walks thru the doors to his team's empty common area. Sitting down, he enjoyed the quiet calm, knowing that soon he would be bombarded with greeting and questions. He looked down at the pink plastic band around his wrist for a couple moments before ripping it off, violently, and throwing it onto a nearby table. "-sigh- I...I hope this time... I have found a home." He said nervously.
