Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-30636131-20170621202909

SamdiTheNotSoGreat wrote: ''Realizing that the stranger had taken notice of him and that it was no use to hide, he walked forward slowly, keeping his hands in his pockets. He fidgeted with the loose thread inside one. He tensed as he came into full sight for the stranger. He gazed at the tall man with narrowed eyes, not saying a word.'' ''After a few moments of drawn out silence, he whispered, "Who are you? What is this place?" His voice was peppered with a South American accent.'' Jeydon could see the silhouette more clearly now. Not as if it made much of a difference, since this person's style, or in Jeydon's opinion lack of style, mostly consisted of dark colors. What mostly stood out was the figure's skin. The pale olive mixed with the not-so-common accent led Jeydon to believe the man was somewhere from down south. Jeydon stepped forward, unconfidently, due to his fear of meeting new people.

He wanted to say something. He wanted to at least answer the man's questions. However, as he tried, he couldn't utter a single word. He just glared at the man anxiously.