"It's old Scottish lingo. Dosh, Money, Bucks, take yer pick." William said, walking out of the dorms.

"What's his problem?" Conner asked standing. "He's going to get himself kill."
"Well let him then, that one less downer to deal with." Levi snorted. "If that's what he wanted to do then let him do what he wants." Conner glared at him and walked after William. "Conner!" Conner walked after William and grabbed his shoulder.

William walked to the workout yard, and started lifting weights. A simple, but efficient way of getting things off his mind. After a couple of minutes, he put down the weights and went behind the dorm building. He started polishing the bullets he had, to the point where there were near to no ash marks on them. He quickly put them into his pocket and walked back from behind the building.