↔ The world stil sleeps
Characters: myowncourse and Vatheon
Location: The Church ruins
Time: All day wednesday. it is nearly wednesday here, don't judge
Style: Either, bb
Status: Open
Jim had arrived a few days previous, and honestly, he wasn't exactly pleased with that. It was unfair; he was finally off on his big adventure, finally off to make his mom proud, finally off to find a big pirate treasure he had been dreaming off since he was three and then suddenly this. Nope, he wasn't one bit pleased with it.
Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, Jim scuffed around the ruins of the destroy church, aimlessly kicking at the pebbles in front of his boots. Sure the locals had cleaned up the site, but there was still enough rock and debris left to catch his attention. Now, don't get him wrong. He was still really pissed about having been brought here, but... well, this was kinda cool too. He kicked another pebble out of the way, before paused, picking up a large piece of rock. Once upon a time, the piece must have been part of a large mural, and even now, the traces of paint still remained on the rock. Using his sleeve, Jim cleaned off some of the dirt, curiously eyeing the ground around him as if trying to find more pieces of the picture.
As he picked around the debris, his posture relaxed by slow degrees until he was damn near approachable. Anyone interested in bothering him?
Location: The Church ruins
Time: All day wednesday. it is nearly wednesday here, don't judge
Style: Either, bb
Status: Open
Jim had arrived a few days previous, and honestly, he wasn't exactly pleased with that. It was unfair; he was finally off on his big adventure, finally off to make his mom proud, finally off to find a big pirate treasure he had been dreaming off since he was three and then suddenly this. Nope, he wasn't one bit pleased with it.
Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, Jim scuffed around the ruins of the destroy church, aimlessly kicking at the pebbles in front of his boots. Sure the locals had cleaned up the site, but there was still enough rock and debris left to catch his attention. Now, don't get him wrong. He was still really pissed about having been brought here, but... well, this was kinda cool too. He kicked another pebble out of the way, before paused, picking up a large piece of rock. Once upon a time, the piece must have been part of a large mural, and even now, the traces of paint still remained on the rock. Using his sleeve, Jim cleaned off some of the dirt, curiously eyeing the ground around him as if trying to find more pieces of the picture.
As he picked around the debris, his posture relaxed by slow degrees until he was damn near approachable. Anyone interested in bothering him?