02-26-2011, 03:33 PM
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The reddish brown male traveled on the cold beach, feeling the tiny grains of sand underneath his feet as he walked. Fallen's teal eyes were slightly grumpy in a way, he hated the ugly cold. He was supposed to be made for the bitter chills, but the cold winds instantly got to his skin, even with his deer jacket on, and jeans. Every once and awhile, Fallen's arms would stop hugging his body, and push down his fedora to his head. The fedora was slightly tilted on his head, over his bangs and missing eye. He sighed with grumpiness for no reason at all, he just was. Maybe it was the cold draft coming from the sea, or maybe it was just the feeling of the dirty snow. Fallen sighed once more, before looking up towards the sky, and breathing out, and then in, trying to quell his terrible grumpiness.
Fallen walked from the beach onto the old, broken concrete, with plants growing from under the concrete. Fallen began to walk, a bit more casually, now putting his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He began to travel around, and he soon reached a familiar store where there were often small trinkets and such. He traveled in, and looked around, with lightly narrowed eyes due to the surprising darkness of the store. There were no windows, and the interior was quite dark. It looked as if it had been darkly painted. Fallen stepped forward blindly, and he soon stepped on something sharp, that went straight into his foot. "OH CRAP!DAMN IT!" He howled as he lifted his foot from the ground, and started to bounce on his other leg. He looked around quickly, balancing himself, as he looked for something to sit down on. He hopped away from where he had stepped on the sharp thing, and he soon found a chair like thing in the store to sit down in. He settled down, and looked down at his foot. It was bleeding, and a bit dirty, and a large, ugly sharp of glass was sticking out. Thank Lupe that he didn't step down again with that foot, otherwise, it would have went completely through his foot. He cursed silently as he attempted to take out the shard, but he soon howled in gibberish as it felt quite painful when he touched it. It would be easier to just rip it out, but he couldn't do it. He needed some help. Yet, Fallen didn't like help with anything, he was like that. He searching around in his bag, searching for his medic kit, yet, he couldn't find the creamy white box. He must have left it had Thornbury, in his little secret lair. He groaned, as he leaned back slightly, holding his foot from the ground. Fallen needed some help, no matter how much he didn't want it. Whoever came didn't need to have good healing powers, they just needed to pull it out, and perhaps use some herbs that he happened to have in his bag. He sighed once more, before opening his mouth, to yell out, "HELP! HELP! PLEASE HELP!" If the piece of glass didn't get pulled out soon, it could get infected, and instead of taking out the shard, he would have to cut off his foot.
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table by Silver! OOC: Recently had writers block, hopefully I will get my muse back by this thread! A tiny bit of cussing.WC:557
The reddish brown male traveled on the cold beach, feeling the tiny grains of sand underneath his feet as he walked. Fallen's teal eyes were slightly grumpy in a way, he hated the ugly cold. He was supposed to be made for the bitter chills, but the cold winds instantly got to his skin, even with his deer jacket on, and jeans. Every once and awhile, Fallen's arms would stop hugging his body, and push down his fedora to his head. The fedora was slightly tilted on his head, over his bangs and missing eye. He sighed with grumpiness for no reason at all, he just was. Maybe it was the cold draft coming from the sea, or maybe it was just the feeling of the dirty snow. Fallen sighed once more, before looking up towards the sky, and breathing out, and then in, trying to quell his terrible grumpiness.
Fallen walked from the beach onto the old, broken concrete, with plants growing from under the concrete. Fallen began to walk, a bit more casually, now putting his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He began to travel around, and he soon reached a familiar store where there were often small trinkets and such. He traveled in, and looked around, with lightly narrowed eyes due to the surprising darkness of the store. There were no windows, and the interior was quite dark. It looked as if it had been darkly painted. Fallen stepped forward blindly, and he soon stepped on something sharp, that went straight into his foot. "OH CRAP!DAMN IT!" He howled as he lifted his foot from the ground, and started to bounce on his other leg. He looked around quickly, balancing himself, as he looked for something to sit down on. He hopped away from where he had stepped on the sharp thing, and he soon found a chair like thing in the store to sit down in. He settled down, and looked down at his foot. It was bleeding, and a bit dirty, and a large, ugly sharp of glass was sticking out. Thank Lupe that he didn't step down again with that foot, otherwise, it would have went completely through his foot. He cursed silently as he attempted to take out the shard, but he soon howled in gibberish as it felt quite painful when he touched it. It would be easier to just rip it out, but he couldn't do it. He needed some help. Yet, Fallen didn't like help with anything, he was like that. He searching around in his bag, searching for his medic kit, yet, he couldn't find the creamy white box. He must have left it had Thornbury, in his little secret lair. He groaned, as he leaned back slightly, holding his foot from the ground. Fallen needed some help, no matter how much he didn't want it. Whoever came didn't need to have good healing powers, they just needed to pull it out, and perhaps use some herbs that he happened to have in his bag. He sighed once more, before opening his mouth, to yell out, "HELP! HELP! PLEASE HELP!" If the piece of glass didn't get pulled out soon, it could get infected, and instead of taking out the shard, he would have to cut off his foot.
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