Le Stitch
Junior Member
Paxtyn held the trident closer to him as if any moment now someone would take it away. And he dared for anyone to try... Huffing lightly he stood in line and didn't look at anyone, he just wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery, and meeting new people wasn't after that either. Unbuttoning the first button on his hawaiian shirt he shoved his free hand into his tan jeans rather roughly. He had become frustrated suddenly which was rare for him, and his teal-green eyes savored the white marble around him. It was truly breathtaking and he wondered who could have enough money to afford a place like this. Thinking back to yesterday's events he wondered what he did to get himself in this predicament. Facepalming he shook his head and averted his eyes forward not down like some coward awaiting his doom. He was hoping this wasn't a bunch of freaky psychos looking for a good laugh. He shuddered as thoughts raced through his mind. "Get your head out of the gutter mate..." he mumbled to himself.
((ooc: @TheCreativeUsername isn't it Dave Strider not Striker? *looks at your signature* o_o))
((ooc: @TheCreativeUsername isn't it Dave Strider not Striker? *looks at your signature* o_o))