Well he didn't O.o Nope. :\
I know, but I stayed up every night AND got up early waiting for you o.o And anything i might be able to do to help with your work?
It's fine. just give me a warning next time, you were giving me a heartattack ._.
Where the hell have you been?! O.o
Because people like to p*ss me off =D And just a new story. Been planning to write it for awhile, never got around to it. Any chance i can help?
I'm generally good. Though, I swear, if i stopped writing for one night, i'd go insane. What's been stressing you? :\
OOC: Well, you have 3 people so far...
OOC: So, when do we start?
"It's cold..." Drain slowly murmered to himself, wondering silently through the misted courtyards. He had been walking for hours, searching for someone - anyone - else. Even now, he could feel someone's eyes upon him, but yet, when he looked, there was nothing. Hugging himself tightly, Drain sighed, the cold air capturing his breath in a haze as he searched. He could feel the weight of his pocket knife in his pocket. Without checking, he already knew that it was folded up nicely in his pocket, pressing against phone. Not that a phone much mattered in this kind of place... Drain winced. It was truly cold here. And lonely. Truly, lonely... This in his mind, he wondered further into the mist...
User Name: Dmaster Name: Drain Kyegates Apperance: Medium Pearl-white hair, red-ish brown eyes, red long-sleeved shirt and baggy black pants with white sneakers. Bio: Drain is a queit young man, who for many years has felt lost. Since the death of his father as a child, he has moved onto wandering the country during any large vacations, with the most recent of which, leaving him in Silent Hill. weapon: Pocket Knife What frightens your character: Groups, Cold Things and Intimacy James Sunderland said rawrs. OOC: Though it's a bit late, Can i join?
I've been writing alot ._.
awesome, I'll make sure to be on :3
Nu d: Ra! I shalt miss you greatly!
D: *freak out*
Damn guilt trips and love DX
I'm allowed to quit? *suddenly interested*
Danm you and your bargains! D:
._. I am so underpaid...
I'm your fool now? I thought i was you r slave... then your bodyguard... then your consult... then your story writer... now i'ma fool D:
hmm. That failed. But now i feel like a fool D:
