Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170621203613

Elijah huffed in amusement, continuing to lean onto the wall for support.

"Mexico, actually. Nuevo Laredo to be exact. Moved to 'Merica a few years ago."

He shakily sighed, straightening himself up as he ran a hand through his thick, brown, hair, the pain of his fall subsiding to the point it was nonexistent. He rose an eyebrow at the man, a small smirk playing on one corner of his mouth.

"Y'don't have to act like I'll blow your y'head off kid. Name's Elijah, Elijah Rhode. But people call me Eli for short."

He continued to stare at the man, noticing the bruises that he tried to hide under his jacket. He shook it off once again, taking in his surroundings.

"I don't bite you know. Well. Much."