Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
*Where is the second one taking place?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
*Where is the second one taking place?*
*Woods*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"I want to help." He says softly.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"I want to help." He says softly.
"Really." He asks sarcastically "You and your other side threw me into a wall the other day."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"It's what I was born to do." He looks down at the body.
Simon became still, his fingers nervously tapping against his pant leg before his eyes met theirs. He exhaled shakily "Okay.."
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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*so youve copied a charecter from a book series? shame. (jk)*
"does leo somehow end up on some tiny backwater steampunk world?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Well yes actually.*
"Nah. He's been in this world most of his life."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*GTG*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Bye :[ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
*Where is the second one taking place?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Woods*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I want to help." He says softly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Really." He asks sarcastically "You and your other side threw me into a wall the other day."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I wasn't there..." He mumbles, eyes filling with tears.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon narrows his eyes and stares down at them "Then why."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It's what I was born to do." He looks down at the body.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon became still, his fingers nervously tapping against his pant leg before his eyes met theirs. He exhaled shakily "Okay.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.