The 5 words RP

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in


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ok ok stopping, really ^_^... had a rolling train of thought there xd rofl and couldn't stop for a moment... "life!" xp ok ok really i'm shutting up now.  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing


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Hows that. that go with your train o' thought? (SP.....)  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing


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yep 4laugh ! thankies!  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had
shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had
shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had
shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you  

[-NahaTenna-]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the  

[-NahaTenna-]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticks away on his desk.  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticks away on his desk. He silences its alarm before  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticks away on his desk. He silences its alarm before it has a chance to  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from