[ River Flows in You ] - A Horror/Tragedy-Based Role-Play [Officially Open]

[~|Cookie|~]

I shall edit. x3 I was thinking I should add more to that.}

[Wolfie_Lover]

Thank you~))

[~|Cookie|~]

Edited. x3 I couldn't think of much to add, sorry if it's still too short.}

[Wolfie_Lover]

Thank you, once again. ^^ Adding.))

[blueroseknight95]

((Oh, I have a question, before I post the next part for Yumi and Yuuhei. I'll send it to you over PM. o.o))

[Lopunny]

Thank you baby! I'll start when someone leads the role-play... I'm horrible at starting roleplays ^^' ))

[Wolfie_Lover]

-Lecough; type-))

Wiping his eyes, Hotoshi went across his flat and yawned. He had his hand in his pants; he sleepily bent down to look inside his fridge. "Damn." He muttered under his breath before moving away to look inside the pantry. Nothin'... Hotoshi thought, blinking his dark brown eyes.

((That's all I got. -Jellyfishes away-))

[Lopunny]

Xavier watched the outside of his window, seeing the sky and the outside always seemed to calm him... though he really wasn't fond of the idea of actually being in that element. He grabbed his black hoodie that he wore everywhere, and slipped it on, putting up the hood to hide his growing black hair which he wanted cut badly; though it actually looked good on him. His dull blue eyes looked around his room, which was a bit empty looking, almost too tidy. Looking to his music box, he sighed, sitting on the bed and opened it up just to hear the gentle calling of the box. It actually made him smile weakly for a split second, just waiting for time to pass by.

[blueroseknight95]

[Lopunny]

Soon the man started his way downstairs, nothing but the sound of his echoing steps ringing through the house. He was alone, as usual. His parents said they'd be out of town for three days, though haven't been back in two weeks. They called him only once to say they were staying for two months at her aunt's house. The boy just knew it was because he made their lives harder to live with him worrying them twenty four seven. 'You never get out enough, that's why you don't have many friends'. His mother would scold over and over like a broken record. The male made his way out, wearing his ripped jeans and white and red converse. His dull eyes looked over the outside, taking a deep sigh out of his lungs before making his way down the street and into the town.