william creperum.
year elf.
we can go to the wafflehouse and talk about aliens and it'll be chrooonic.
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Post by william creperum. on Mar 4, 2008 18:13:49 GMT
William glided down to the courtyard, feeling the cool autumn wind through his hair. Some people enjoyed this type of weather; he was not one of them. He'd much rather it was either painfully hot, or numbingly cold. None of this in between nonsense. After fixing the sleeves of his black sweater, he shoved his pale hands into the pockets of his dark jeans.
Sighing, the young man perched cautiously on a bench. He didn't have many friends here, and although this depressed him slightly, he really wouldn't have it any other way. Well, maybe he would, but he had never experienced it, so it didn't seem like he could. William was content with the way things were. His family had money, he was never shunned away from things he wanted. Sure, money wasn't everything, but it was something -- something that not everybody here had.
He looked up to the slightly cloudy sky, watching as the puffy clouds drifty lazily across the wide stretch of blue canvas. William shook his head, getting some of his dark hair from his eyes. Maybe he was ready for a change, something different, after all.
[open for whoeverr. =D]
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