Johnny R McAvery
Magic still exist for those willing to see.
An odd man sat on one of those rails used to prevent cars from falling off the road and into a ditch. The only difference was that here it was a cliff and the trip down was at least 600 plus feet from this area. In addition to such an area he was sitting there quiet happily, in the dark, and in the rain. Lightening crackled above him and he gave a laugh. Like he could get hit.
He adjusted on the rail and his boot touched the pavement as he did so. He was in the best mood he had been in, in a long time. After all he now had all the time in the world, to do as he pleased and with no one to stop him. How the cowards must envy his freedom. He sneared again at the thought and brushed his black hair from his ice blue eyes, with a black circle around the iris. He did need to watch for cars. It would be his way onward.
I am thinking of this to be a dark RP. I haven't done many of them. I wouldn't mind someone who does a lot of them to help me with this.
He adjusted on the rail and his boot touched the pavement as he did so. He was in the best mood he had been in, in a long time. After all he now had all the time in the world, to do as he pleased and with no one to stop him. How the cowards must envy his freedom. He sneared again at the thought and brushed his black hair from his ice blue eyes, with a black circle around the iris. He did need to watch for cars. It would be his way onward.
I am thinking of this to be a dark RP. I haven't done many of them. I wouldn't mind someone who does a lot of them to help me with this.