[Chance]
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- Posted: Tue, 12 Dec 2006 20:01:38 +0000
[ Current Location: Mansion ]
[ Fair enough ]
[ I apologize for the illiterate and ill-described entrance; I'm not in the mood to procure a long and trivial entrance that no one will read. I will be literate throughout the role play, that I promise ]
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Out of nowhere the man appeared, making his way through the large doors of the mansion without a care in the world. Chance walked around the internals of the mansion with a cold hard expression. Not one of a manly macho man, but one of despair. His footsteps echoed across the hard flooring, making it seem hollow and empty with each footfall. He made his small and trivial journey in the form of a circle, tracing over his steps repeatedly, obviously nothing better to do.
He hummed lightly to himself with a tune known to no-other. He was on the brink of slitting his wrists just for the hell of it, and he was, without a doubt in the infinite cosmos, bored out of his ******** mind. He scratched the side of his head briefly, wondering why he had chosen to come here in the first place. He then proceeded to clear his throat before speaking out into the seemingly empty room. "Anyone around?" He asked, his words echoing, bouncing off the walls and returning to his ears after being slightly distorted from the distance traveled. Chance stopped walking, his footfalls no longer audible. He turned his right foot on the heel and positioned his feet in a makeshift "v". He cleared his throat once again, this time without speaking.
[ Fair enough ]
[ I apologize for the illiterate and ill-described entrance; I'm not in the mood to procure a long and trivial entrance that no one will read. I will be literate throughout the role play, that I promise ]
_______________________________
Out of nowhere the man appeared, making his way through the large doors of the mansion without a care in the world. Chance walked around the internals of the mansion with a cold hard expression. Not one of a manly macho man, but one of despair. His footsteps echoed across the hard flooring, making it seem hollow and empty with each footfall. He made his small and trivial journey in the form of a circle, tracing over his steps repeatedly, obviously nothing better to do.
He hummed lightly to himself with a tune known to no-other. He was on the brink of slitting his wrists just for the hell of it, and he was, without a doubt in the infinite cosmos, bored out of his ******** mind. He scratched the side of his head briefly, wondering why he had chosen to come here in the first place. He then proceeded to clear his throat before speaking out into the seemingly empty room. "Anyone around?" He asked, his words echoing, bouncing off the walls and returning to his ears after being slightly distorted from the distance traveled. Chance stopped walking, his footfalls no longer audible. He turned his right foot on the heel and positioned his feet in a makeshift "v". He cleared his throat once again, this time without speaking.
