Jul 01, 2010 20:12
[If you're wandering around the grounds, you're bound to catch sight of a young teenage boy with a shock of black hair. What, you ask, is is he doing? In his hand he holds a wooden sword - his real one is still back at home. He's practicing or at least attempting to practice. After all, what sort of hero doesn't know how to defend himself and others? Eventually, he seems to grow bored of fencing with himself and drops the 'weapon' to the floor. He sighs.]
This would be so much easier if I had a partner.
p: zack,
r: captain hook