[center][h1][color=723437]Scar[/color][/h1][/center] [center][hider=My Hider] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/429420462242791434/465882949221351434/68747470733a2f2f732d6d656469612d63616368652d616b302e70696e696d672e636f6d2f373336782f62612f31312f6462.jpg?width=376&height=474[/img] [/hider][/center] Scar felt a sharp breeze blow past him before he heard the loud crash of Diana's cell door as it impacted the wall next to him. Oi, what the hell was that bitch up to? He knew better than to react, for that was what she wanted. So he simply ignored it like the incident never happened, he didn't even flinch. He did make one comment, however [color=723437]"Learn to aim. I was a metre to the left, you dunce."[/color] with a shake of his he walked off towards the warden's office as the rest of the group trailed behind. Ignoring them all the while. Approaching the desk, Scar swiped a potion before picking up the unfinished paperwork. Mostly just to skim through and see if it was anything important. If it wasn't he would discard and make his way to the 1st door, the wardens' bedroom. And if it was important, he would just look to roll it up and tuck it away for later. Surely the door to the room was locked so he got ready to pick the lock. That was when Macy decided to approach him with her finger in her mouth for whatever reason, and a mouldy, revolting looking sandwich in the other, outstretched hand. He looked at the sandwich, then at her. Realising she was trying to offer the sandwich, he took a moment to seriously contemplate the matter. Yes, he was starving. Famished really. But was he really desperate enough to eat a mouldy, half-eaten sandwich which had been sitting on the warden's desk for god knows how long? ..... ..... Fuck yeah, he was. [color=723437]"Thanks, Mace. Maybe you ain't as useless as Princess over there."[/color] Jabbing his thumb in the direction of Kris, and making sure he was loud enough to be heard, he took the sandwich with an added appreciatively nod before taking the sandwich. It really was a questionable, inedible looking thing but mould, for the most part, was rather harmless. It mostly just ruined the texture and a bit of taste as a consequence, he could live with that. Of course, the fact that it also meant it was swarming with bacteria was a concern, but who cares. He was hungry. So, after picking off the mould he would proceed to munch on the sandwich while fiddling with the door. Perhaps there was something of value in here? I mean, if he couldn't unlock it he would probably just try to kick it down out of frustration.