Rayne walked down the hallway in near silence. He was cold, and evil, and his face showed it. His vile expression could strike fear into even the most fearless souls (more or less). The constant whispering and gossip around him was annoying, so he started to walk a bit faster, the unconscious form of his most recent opponent being dragged by Rayne's right hand, which gripped the delinquent's shirt collar. Rayne's left hand gripped his scythe as he walked to the infirmary.
Once he reached his destination, he glanced around at the unsightly number of students around him. He quickly walked over to an open bed, and threw the unconscious loser on it. He followed this by turning around and looking at everyone else. "What, is there some sort of party going on in here that I didn't know about?" His face had turned from a vile and uncaring expression to something softer and more down to earth, while still serious.
Once he reached his destination, he glanced around at the unsightly number of students around him. He quickly walked over to an open bed, and threw the unconscious loser on it. He followed this by turning around and looking at everyone else. "What, is there some sort of party going on in here that I didn't know about?" His face had turned from a vile and uncaring expression to something softer and more down to earth, while still serious.