~|I'm ready to start now. . .So I guess I will. It will be teh crap though. . .|~
Quietly and Stealthily a young boy around 14 walked alone on the sidewalk. No aqquaintances accompanied him. Which was mightly peculiar seeing that it was so late at night. He wore a t-shirt and pants, he was trying to blend in apperently, but it wasn't exactly working. He had chosen the wrong type of clothes to blend in. Seeing as how the t-shirt was a Dark Blue, and the Jeans Were black, and baggy, they didn't match very well at all. But he didn't care, nor did he notice. Heck he was a guy. The other thing causing him to stick out a little bit, was the large spike his hair had formed, either through excessive amounts of hair-gell or natural, it was pretty hard to tell, because the street was pitch black, and there wasn't any shine coming from it, so it was pretty safe to say it was natural.
His Golden colored eyes stared accusingly at the side-walk and his hands, were stuffed deep into his pockets. He didn't know wheere he was going. How could he? ONe of the Only friend he had ever had, scratch that the first aside from his sister, was dead. D-E-A-D. And he felt he couldn't do a thing about him, he couldn't even seel revenge. Because it was a disease that killed him. Not a Shaman. Not a Human.
The only thing he could do was greive, which he wasn't to good at. He was also avoiding the others. What else was he going to do? Sit there and talk with them about how much they all missed him? No. That wasn't his style. In this sittuation, he wanted to be alone.