Darktanion
A professional writer is a amateur that never quit
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"Cerebro?" A voice chimed in suddenly a slight laugh sounding. A man stood across the door of the bathroom, his arms crossed in front of him. He gave them a laughable smile, his hands going up to cover his mouth as he bursted up thinking about the thought. "Oh wow, you girls are funny.... This isn't a comic book! Really!" He shook his head, turning away from the girls with a overly zelas smile. He shook his head as he walked. The man looked about thirty, eyes dark brown with matching hair. He wasn't much to look at, his completion was of that of a father figure. Old, Rigid, but kind and playful.
He could not believe they were letting kid's in now, but at the same time it wasn't really that surprising. He walked slowly down the hallway, passing door after door. His hands grazed the railing, his eyes shifting over it to look down at the many inhabitants below. All of the people had their own style of clothing, all except the men with masks, each armed with guns and ammo. No doubt they were the protectors of this home. Excessive it seemed, but to rebels, it was under cut.
I noticed you joined today, so if you have any questions you should go here: http://rpnation.com/index.php?forums/help-topics-guides.37/
Thank you. And welcome to RP Nation! ))
"Cerebro?" A voice chimed in suddenly a slight laugh sounding. A man stood across the door of the bathroom, his arms crossed in front of him. He gave them a laughable smile, his hands going up to cover his mouth as he bursted up thinking about the thought. "Oh wow, you girls are funny.... This isn't a comic book! Really!" He shook his head, turning away from the girls with a overly zelas smile. He shook his head as he walked. The man looked about thirty, eyes dark brown with matching hair. He wasn't much to look at, his completion was of that of a father figure. Old, Rigid, but kind and playful.
He could not believe they were letting kid's in now, but at the same time it wasn't really that surprising. He walked slowly down the hallway, passing door after door. His hands grazed the railing, his eyes shifting over it to look down at the many inhabitants below. All of the people had their own style of clothing, all except the men with masks, each armed with guns and ammo. No doubt they were the protectors of this home. Excessive it seemed, but to rebels, it was under cut.