Post by Kaas Nos on Apr 12, 2009 1:04:40 GMT -5
(ooc: sorry bout thwe crappy bathroom post i was trying to type on a phone and i was up to late.... yea so here is a better example of my rping)
CRAP…., I just got this dry cleaned…. Pulling off his shirt Kaas dunked it in to the sink, twisting the hot water knob Kaas let the water spilled over his blood stained shirt…. Sigh I hope it comes out, I just wish I could get this scar to stop bleeding, I don’t even know where I got it….. or how I got it… wiping the blood off the cross shaped burn on his left shoulder, Kaas turned off the water and began to rub the shirt with soap …. Sigh who am I … I still don’t remember who I really am all I remember is I woke up at the beach…. And there was the car…. And the money…. A lot of money… and no one seems to know who I am…. I don’t even know who I am….all I have is to help me out in figuring myself out is… well the burn, which is shaped like a cross…..and the mansion is filled with bibles…. Maybe I’m a profit… or I was a nut.. a religious nut… oh I hope not.. .they .. they … scare me… like that Dam cannibal that forced his way in… and now claims a room.. and burn all my books in that room… and he has that dog.. that dog…..it ate my shoes….
Looking down at his shoes Kaas was disappointed in his lack of toe covering… now taking off his pants which sadly being white, showed all the blood drips from the wound, he began to wash them in the sink…… I hope no one comes in… this … this… well it is the … girls bathroom… but it’s cleaner than the crap shoot called the men’s room…. I wouldn’t even walk in there with a open wound… maybe I was a holy doctor……….. wait I mean faith healer
Taking the pants and the shirt, Kaas hung the clothing up to dry on one of the bathroom stall… sitting down on the sink counter he rewrapped the burn in a white scrap of fabric drenched in holy water…. Just in case… opening up one of the bibles Kaas had taken from his house he read……..
CRAP…., I just got this dry cleaned…. Pulling off his shirt Kaas dunked it in to the sink, twisting the hot water knob Kaas let the water spilled over his blood stained shirt…. Sigh I hope it comes out, I just wish I could get this scar to stop bleeding, I don’t even know where I got it….. or how I got it… wiping the blood off the cross shaped burn on his left shoulder, Kaas turned off the water and began to rub the shirt with soap …. Sigh who am I … I still don’t remember who I really am all I remember is I woke up at the beach…. And there was the car…. And the money…. A lot of money… and no one seems to know who I am…. I don’t even know who I am….all I have is to help me out in figuring myself out is… well the burn, which is shaped like a cross…..and the mansion is filled with bibles…. Maybe I’m a profit… or I was a nut.. a religious nut… oh I hope not.. .they .. they … scare me… like that Dam cannibal that forced his way in… and now claims a room.. and burn all my books in that room… and he has that dog.. that dog…..it ate my shoes….
Looking down at his shoes Kaas was disappointed in his lack of toe covering… now taking off his pants which sadly being white, showed all the blood drips from the wound, he began to wash them in the sink…… I hope no one comes in… this … this… well it is the … girls bathroom… but it’s cleaner than the crap shoot called the men’s room…. I wouldn’t even walk in there with a open wound… maybe I was a holy doctor……….. wait I mean faith healer
Taking the pants and the shirt, Kaas hung the clothing up to dry on one of the bathroom stall… sitting down on the sink counter he rewrapped the burn in a white scrap of fabric drenched in holy water…. Just in case… opening up one of the bibles Kaas had taken from his house he read……..