Nov 15, 2010 03:03
[A young man wanders through the halls, a rusted pipe gripped firmly in his hand. He glances around from time to time, ever alert. Cuts and scrapes decorate his skin, the bandages seem old and tattered.
Stopping at a corpse, he crouches down and starts rifling through it’s pockets, muttering apologies.]
who are you?,
blame the irc,
he doesn't even go here!,
suspension of disbelief,
i am so scared,
how many tags does one man need,
an longtime ago,
pretend to be straight,
and suddenly-,
amir is not chinese,
how do i roleplay,
brb poverty
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He stands up carefully and backs away. He doesn't know much about Alphas, but he's hoping they're like most Big Daddies and will leave him be.]
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Can I do something for you...?
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