Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2020 21:01:24 GMT 1
God he was tired. Awfully exhausted - completely worn out!
Guess that's what happens - when you spent all day playing video games. Typical.
But as he was walking down the road, smoking something rich on nicotine - he kinda got the feeling of being observed? Crazy, no - not in this part of town. He stopped, turned - and nothing, nothing but darkness and shadows.
Just past sundown, still warm - and with sticky clothes form all the sweat - he glanced down at his phone. Which - was not in one piece, the screen was shattered, but luckily still working. Just enough for him to look up the address, was he there yet?
What am I even doing here? I should just - leave. It's such a put up job! - he thought to himself, as he was walking further down, stopping a few times to have a look around, not sure if he was even at the right place, wouldn't there be like - a sign? Just a big fat sign saying: killing vampires since 1864!
That would be awesome though, but nah - no one had his type of humor anyways, and vampire slayers in particular - wasn't funny.
His hand went up to straighten his hair - again, loved that hair, and it just had to be perfect. He was also wearing some skinny black jeans, and a black and red tank-top, a pair of sneakers and all his jewellery, perhaps they would simply hear him coming?
"HALLO?!" - well he could always try yelling right? So he did. Please don't eat me..
Guess that's what happens - when you spent all day playing video games. Typical.
But as he was walking down the road, smoking something rich on nicotine - he kinda got the feeling of being observed? Crazy, no - not in this part of town. He stopped, turned - and nothing, nothing but darkness and shadows.
Just past sundown, still warm - and with sticky clothes form all the sweat - he glanced down at his phone. Which - was not in one piece, the screen was shattered, but luckily still working. Just enough for him to look up the address, was he there yet?
What am I even doing here? I should just - leave. It's such a put up job! - he thought to himself, as he was walking further down, stopping a few times to have a look around, not sure if he was even at the right place, wouldn't there be like - a sign? Just a big fat sign saying: killing vampires since 1864!
That would be awesome though, but nah - no one had his type of humor anyways, and vampire slayers in particular - wasn't funny.
His hand went up to straighten his hair - again, loved that hair, and it just had to be perfect. He was also wearing some skinny black jeans, and a black and red tank-top, a pair of sneakers and all his jewellery, perhaps they would simply hear him coming?
"HALLO?!" - well he could always try yelling right? So he did. Please don't eat me..
