11-09-2009, 04:59 AM
Frozen opened his eyes and saw him stareing at a dusk sky filled with pretty colors. He sat up slowly and rubbed his head. He felt a bit disoriented and then shook his head really fast in a attempt to force it away. It only made it a bit worse. He stood up slowly and grasped onto a tree and took in a deep breath of air. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Wasent I just in a room with a bunch of people.." Then he remembered the room being filled with gas and everyone slowly falling and writhing on the floor until they were unconcious along with him. He shuttered at the thought that someone like this Damon guy had these kinds of tricks up his sleeve. But then he focused on why he was there. He had to score some cash or anything that could help in the eradication of his father.
His two serveants were counting on his swift return with anything at all. They had all agreed this was a good oppertunity to atleast try for. He felt it best to wander around the woods in hopes of finding anyone or anything that could be of some kind of help. He formed a small ball of ice in his hand and held it to the side of his head. Hopefully his headache would in time disperse.
"Wasent I just in a room with a bunch of people.." Then he remembered the room being filled with gas and everyone slowly falling and writhing on the floor until they were unconcious along with him. He shuttered at the thought that someone like this Damon guy had these kinds of tricks up his sleeve. But then he focused on why he was there. He had to score some cash or anything that could help in the eradication of his father.
His two serveants were counting on his swift return with anything at all. They had all agreed this was a good oppertunity to atleast try for. He felt it best to wander around the woods in hopes of finding anyone or anything that could be of some kind of help. He formed a small ball of ice in his hand and held it to the side of his head. Hopefully his headache would in time disperse.
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The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]
The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]