Post by craig on Sept 7, 2009 16:54:40 GMT -5
Craig...Craig...Craig...
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This blood on my hand is something I cannot forget...
[/color][/font][/size][/b]Craig stood staring at the oak doors of his dorm. He looked at the two plaques, one saying, "Ari West", the other, "Craig Dobleman". 'That's unfortunate...' he thought coolly, talking about the roommate. With a sigh of disgust, he pushed the big doors open to reveal a lightly decorated room with dim lights and fancy bed-spreads, curtains, and pillow cases. "That's funny. I thought this was a school, not a freaking hotel." he hissed, glancing around crossly.
Finally, Craig strutted over to a wide bed with a smooth blanket and sat his duffel bag on it, along with his guitar case and his checkered navy blue and white messenger bag. Skeptically, he eyed the new books he had received when he had first arrived. "School was already boring, it doesn't have to be this fancy..." he muttered, rolling his eyes and sighing again.
With a shrug, he kicked off his dress shoes and flipped his bangs out of his eyes. He then proceeded in lunging onto his bed and, sitting cross-legged, played his guitar, waiting for something exciting to occur that could unbind him from his boring-ropes.
After a few moments he decided to do something with his life, and got up and walked out the door. Because he wanted to.[/color]
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[/color]Outfit !?
SU (School Uniform)
Hair ?!
The usual, spiked and glossy with the side-swipe bangs
Other ?!
He was playing Not Good Enough for Truth in Cliche by Escape the Fate.
Copyright ?!
Don't copy other people's roleplaying posts, I mean like, no one's. That's really, really stupid. Plus, if you copy mine, old Grandma Witherspoon will come out with her old hound dog, Blood Whispyr, and she'll call the ghosties out from their graves and they'll bind you with the ropes of tranquility till you cough up your past.
So DON'T DO IT!