Post by Bishop on Jul 19, 2007 0:03:26 GMT -5
(Okay lads and ladies let rock!)
Sitting upon a gargoyle stone upon a old hotel that was once open in the late 1900’s. Was a dark figure. Wearing a cap upon his head, a cigarette placed nicely in his mouth. The tip was newly lit. The figure had the appearance of a grown man but was really the age of 16. Wearing a large vest with his sweater sleeves rolled back. Having one glove on his hand and the other free. His baggy black jeans danced in the wind. The figure that goes by the name of scar had an open newspaper resting in front of him in the snowing city. The flakes dipping on the black and white prints
Today the police had located another mutilated and massacred bodies. Many skinned and hung by there own stomach line. Most horrifying site if I say so myself. Sadly the police and FBI have no leads to who has created this horrible crimes but sadly no leads to anything as I said once before. Some just think is the work of a psycho path and that’s all. Well on a later date only fear surrounds the streets more robbers and more children being ripped from the streets. . .
“Gah more bullsh** with people being kidnapped” Said scar balling up the newspaper tossing it aside into the streets below. “Hm might be the work of the wyrm or rouge vampire. Either way it just stupid to me” Sighing he blew a puff of smoke from his lips looking around. “Always up here. Swear one day I am going to fall off this thing” gazing at the city he couldn’t help but laugh “Hope it is the wyrm or a vampire I need something to fight. d**n elders forbid me to fight alone but to hell with that” lying upon the statue, now gazing at the moon. “Hmm and today is the day of the full moon. Such a waste of a good moon” upon letting the silence for once of the street he drifted off into a slumber for now.
(yes kinda short sorry -.-)
Sitting upon a gargoyle stone upon a old hotel that was once open in the late 1900’s. Was a dark figure. Wearing a cap upon his head, a cigarette placed nicely in his mouth. The tip was newly lit. The figure had the appearance of a grown man but was really the age of 16. Wearing a large vest with his sweater sleeves rolled back. Having one glove on his hand and the other free. His baggy black jeans danced in the wind. The figure that goes by the name of scar had an open newspaper resting in front of him in the snowing city. The flakes dipping on the black and white prints
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Today the police had located another mutilated and massacred bodies. Many skinned and hung by there own stomach line. Most horrifying site if I say so myself. Sadly the police and FBI have no leads to who has created this horrible crimes but sadly no leads to anything as I said once before. Some just think is the work of a psycho path and that’s all. Well on a later date only fear surrounds the streets more robbers and more children being ripped from the streets. . .
“Gah more bullsh** with people being kidnapped” Said scar balling up the newspaper tossing it aside into the streets below. “Hm might be the work of the wyrm or rouge vampire. Either way it just stupid to me” Sighing he blew a puff of smoke from his lips looking around. “Always up here. Swear one day I am going to fall off this thing” gazing at the city he couldn’t help but laugh “Hope it is the wyrm or a vampire I need something to fight. d**n elders forbid me to fight alone but to hell with that” lying upon the statue, now gazing at the moon. “Hmm and today is the day of the full moon. Such a waste of a good moon” upon letting the silence for once of the street he drifted off into a slumber for now.
(yes kinda short sorry -.-)
