[h1][color=Gray]Silme Raana[/color][/h1]

Silme turnrd to look at the commenter withma raised eyebrow, which was soon followed by a harsh bark of laughter at her intended warning. 

"Oh yeah, because the police in this town are so damn intimidating. Maybe to lesser people, but as far as I'm concerned, the teachers and admin at Beacon are the ones I worry are watching me, not some inept buffoons with badges." He chuckled for a bit longer, probably about to say one more disrespectful remark, only to find the red-haired Cusinart from before standing in front of him, looking a little less than pleased.

At first, Silme merely ignored her, not in the mood for debling with another uppity human, but then he thought back on her words and turned arounf, passing her by again to head to the noodle cart.

"Hey Samuel, the hollow legged glutton over there has a point. I did wreck the bowl . . . and a few furnishings, so I shpukd pay you back for it. How much we talking here?"

Samuel, a middle-aged looking man with black hair that had been peppered with bits of gray, shook his head at Silme's rudeness and disregard for his best customer. "It'll be about $10 for the bow and $120 for the other damages. But more imoortantky, don't talk that way about my number 1 customer, Silme, having you start a fight is bad enough for business as it is."

"Yeah, yeah," Silme mumbled reaching into his pockets to pull out his wallet and taking out the needed funds. Carver was filthy rich, which meant he didn't give a damn about the amounts of money Silme usually took from him, especially since it rarely occured due to how much of a cheapskate Silme could be, only spending his money on the bare essential on most days. Hell, there were times that Carver took him out for 'bonding exercises', taking him out a number of pointless and stupid tasks that Silme might have enjoyed if not for Carver's presence. The man spent all of his time either insultung everyone around him or elegantky slobbering over women who catch his eye. Needless to say, these were sone of the dullest nights of his lifr, and he'll never be able to get those hours back. 

[i]I swear that the only reason he even does these things is that he thinks it'll get him more women to screw with at the end of the day. Well, that and he likes to watch me suffer.[/i]

Silme let out an annoyed sigh as he walked away, stopping infront of Burgundy with an bored expression on his face as he seized her up in his head, not overky impressed with what he saw. "Thanks for the reminded Red, hate to be a bother to Samuel. Also, if you want to start another incident than be my guest, but I'd rather we wait until the Festival. Last thing I need is to hear Amari's mouth if I get myself kicked out for fighting another competitor, though judging from the look of you, I'm not sure how much of a fight it'd be." Silme would wait for Burgundy's reaction with a silent anticipation. While he may seem uninterested by his facial expressions, his stance was completely on guard even if it appeared relaxed to a casual observer. His faunus feartures also gave away his anticipation, his ears reared back and his tail wagging lazily behind him in slow, circular movements. Contrary to what he said, Silme could tell that a fight with Burgandy would be a fun one, and he really was hoping to get a fight out of her. He honestly only joined the games to fi d people worth his time to fight, so he honestly didn't care if he got disqualified over a good fight.

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