Board Thread:Roleplay Center!/@comment-28494541-20160930003905/@comment-28511184-20161001030419

Christopher began to start his way onto campus as he took a deep breath, walking with a skittish hop-he was the only "real prey" those predators could pick on. He was the package: Scrawny, Geeky, Fearful. Chris stopped his thinking and walked slowly to a group of beaten up lockers, his happened to be in the midst of them.

Silently, he put in his combination and leaned his head in, blowing the dust out and trying to pull his head out but his antlers got stuck. He had his tail up and he couldn't see what was going behind him as he jerked his head back and forth-he looked like a chicken with its head cut off. And a sticky situation he had been in. He hoped no one would really pay atte as his face grew red hot in embarrassment.