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Post by Rose on Jul 23, 2009 16:08:51 GMT -5
((I am posting another story cause well no other reason than I can. This is something that has really no plot but in time may develop one... I am also using a new character... yay me but I may use old characters with new looks or new powers I dunno yet. As many powers and as many characters as everyone wants cause this will be a huge fucking thing of everything. Boring as that sounds oh well. lol))
A lone figure walked down the road with a black cloak preventing her from being soaked in the rain. She had her gloves covering her hands and a silver pistol strapped to her belt. Her blonde hair was tied back in a bun and her blue eyes were behind glasses. Lightning seem to strike all around her. Her jeanswere wet on the bottom around her sneakers but her black shirt was dry thanks to her cloak. The trees seemed to tower but they did little to cover her from the rain. "Bar... need alcohol but first need to kill werewolf no full moon though. Damn," she sighed.
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RantzOn
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Post by RantzOn on Aug 11, 2010 21:24:51 GMT -5
A man in a sanquine-patchwork trench cloak sits further down the road, he wears torn jeans underneath and a pair of sneakers, as well as a harness that keeps a pair of pistols holstered under the cloak. On his back appears to be a sniper rifle. He keeps looking in the opposite direction of the figure coming down the road, behind a tree, seemingly waiting for someone.
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