Salvatore Quattrocchi Corvi
Upon entering the hotel lobby Sal was meet with a rather inappropriate sight. A guy seemed to be checking out a girl who was bent over, showing off her rear. Sal blushed, and turned his head away. Doing what any gentleman would do, because as angry as Sal could get he was still a gentleman. It was all a part of the business after all, manners and what not. It was at this time that Sal noticed a guy exit what he assumed to be the restroom. He thought nothing of it at the time, but not long after that there was an explosion. Causing the entire building to shake, and Sal to fall on the perverted painter, causing him to panic as they were way to close for comfort. Sal quickly calmed down, thinking this wasn't the time for him so be losing it. He also decided to keep his suspicions about who caused the explosion to himself, for now at least. He was tired, so be decided to go find a few "necessities" at the market, then call it a night.
Sal was content with the cottages, sure they weren't his usual comfy quarters at home. But they do for now, and honestly it was better than sleeping on sand. He had taken a sleeping cap, as well as a black night gown, and slippers. After all comfort was very important for a good night's rest. Sal was comfy, and cozy, happily sleeping the days troubles away. Hoping some memory of the crash would return to him in his dreams. So you can imagine how irriated he was when a siren went off. Groggy, and annoyed Sal sat up, letting out a exasperated, and slightly curious hum, as he started off to the source of the noise. He stood up, slipping his new slippers on, and picking up a bat he had come by I'm the market, as well as a pair of night vision goggles. He slipped them on figuring it was still to dark to see clearly, then smacking the bat gently on his palm went to search for the noise. Once he found the others all standing around a statue. Sal frowned, glaring with bags under his eyes at the statue, his jaw exstended from how badly he was frowning.
"Alright, time for beddy by mista sirien!" Sal said preparing to take the bat, as well as all his frustration out on it. Unfortunately at that moment another freaky kid appeared, seemingly dressed like a bear. Sal sighed and rubbed his eyes sluggishly to make sure he wasn't seeing shit. He rested the back of the bat on his shoulder, and listened to the bears words, before checking out the so called "rules." Sal walked up to Monokuma seeming less angry and more just worn out,
" look pal, if this is about money i can pay ya off. If it's not about money well then yer wastin ya time. Most of the smucks don't seem like they could do more than hurt themselves. So how about you let us go? Because I'm really not in the mood for games."Sal demanded his jaw, and hand slightly clenching. A sign of his rising anger, as he had enough of this, and wasn't going play around for some pyscho kid who thought he was a fucking mono colored bear.
@The Tragedy @others