<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/y6UKib5.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Loupe Sankale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.0)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong>  8 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Security office (http://Location picture) -&gt; Lobby<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miko, Open<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>  <br/><hr/><hr/>She had pressed his buttons rather early in the morning, and that was both an accomplishment and means to get him agitated. Loupe scowled as she in so many words called him nothing more than a common ant doing its job. "You're completely wrong. My brother did not choose this role for me I asked for it to understand what is going on before you open your mouth. If you want to come into my office and speak to me in such regards do me a favor and get out of my office!" he roared out as he pointed the little weirdo out of his office his look stern. If he had the power to transform than those would have been the last words out of her mouth ever; god he was tired of people treating him as if he was just the general help.<br/><br/>These ingrates knew absolutely nothing of what he did nor the sacrifice he made so they could lay there heads down peacefully for the night. Once Miko was gone he took a moment to calm himself down. A sad day to start off. His eyes shone with resentment for even allowing her to speak to him like this. 'God I hate these people.' thinking to himself as he rummaged through his desk drawers and pulled out a pack of his usual brand of cigarettes. As much as his younger brother wanted him to quit it was moments like this that made the habit more appealing.<br/><br/>As he lights up and let the smoke fill his lungs, his tension eased a bit though lingering in the background of his mind. Lou was going to have to talk to his brother about the attitudes these people had for him, but first, he needed to take a shower. Taking the cigarette, he crushed the cinders of it with his thumb and forefinger the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils before leaving his office and locking it up behind him.</td></tr></tbody></table>