one, maybe. My first rp trained me in the lightning technique. really? just woke up I was hoping for you to respond so I could find out...
hey there, sup?
sorry bout that dude. family took me away at the last second.
so be it ^^
*burns the rest of you and your family*
*burns your manhood*
*bites your face off*
*kicks you*
nothing at all, you?
ok then. So well wait.
neither can the rp.
what happened to her?
nothing, you?
The director acted quickly. For the first time he had a way to destroy his personal demons without cause for remorse. He had escaped. Obviously he killed three of his guards, maybe more bodies were laying cold on the ground from his glance. Finally, revenge...revenge and closure." Whipping out his gun like a crusader with his sword on a most holy mission, Victor Kendrith took aim at the back of Larz's head.
Gex began to stand on shaky legs. His arm spasmed violently. If he focused he could control it a bit. The damage however seemed permanent. Never again will that arm have any composure. Now and forever, the limb will thrash and flail as if it was under the command of emotions. Always, it will be a manifestation of his essence with a heart or what he might be. Today was a close call. Never before had he come so close to death to where he faded. He had to be more careful, more calculating. Turning his back on the Nymph, the masochist of insanity limped our of the room.
sorry, It still doesn't work.
nope. I'll try again though
for the record I won't be on until late at night. Family is doing something weird
brb something's come up
Larz couldn't explain his happiness. Then again, he wasn't good at explaining anything period. He still didn't know the term sight or colors. All he new was actions. "Isn't this good interesting person? Father has all of this..." Larz pointed to every part of the elevir's body. "he is more than sound." --- Victor Kendrith, director of the orphanage, was speechless. His son, the person that murdered his wife, had ruined his happiness, was outside his cell. How did he do that? He wasn't capable of movement. He personally made sure he was bound. He saw the lavader in his eyes. The triangle that branded him a monster. Everything hated, all that was left of his past love, manifested in that, that thing that was a year over its expiration date. Before he could think up his next move, the boy abandoned him and embraced another escapee, a girl infact. She was no manic. The daggers in her eyes, the sight of vengence, those were things he saw in his mirror everyday.
