Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170621201923

Ham &amp; Cheese Omen wrote: "나를 해치지 마라..." ''Jeong's saturated turquoise eyes widened slightly from the man's strict, sarcastic tone he let on as he whimpered silently, his hands returning to fold themselves as he fiddled with his oversized sleeves. He took a step back to give him a little more space to stand up properly, lightly ruffling his peach dyed hair.''

"I don't know... Last thing I remembered was that I got hit by my e- I mean, my friend in my apartment, in Korea... And I felt like I was falling a-and I ended in this chapel... I-I guess I died from those hits..." Elijah put his hands up in the air in surrender, trying to tug his jacket's zip up at the same time.

"Shit kid, calm down. I'm just fuckin' with you."

He wiped his face properly this time, cleaning off the crusted, dried blood and dirt off of his face as he groaned, his arm still recovering from the impact.

Soon enough, he rose an eyebrow at what he was saying, causing him to chuckle bitterly under his breath.

"Fuck you talkin 'bout kid. The last thing I remember is decorating the wall outside my shop then some bloody genius decides to bash me over the head with a brick." He scoffed, talking about it disturbingly nonchalantly "What a lightweight. Everyone knows that the best way to kill someone by bashing their head in is to use a metal pipe. Easier to dispose of the evidence that way y'know. Plus, what the hell are you talking about Korea?! Place where I'm from, disposing of bodies in abandoned warehouses is pretty common. And last time I checked, I was in Arizona. And more importantly, aliv-"

He stopped his sentence as soon as he couldn't find a pulse ob his wrist. If panic started to rise in his chest, he obviously didn't show it. Shaking it off, but not without his eyes displaying his true emotions.

"H-Huh- What'd y'know. No- No pulse."