Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
With a soft grunt, David hopped down from the bus onto the sidewalk, carrying bags of groceries as he did so. His tall (6'3", to be exact)Mas, athletically-lean body allowed him to carry the bags with ease, though it was quite difficult to see where he was going. At the moment, it was raining heavily, but not of the items he bought were wettable. Whistling quietly, the young man of 23 walked down the sidewalk with his black hoodie on, hiding most of his featues, relieved that his things were going to be kept dry. Chewing on a piece of gum as he walked, he paid almost no attention to what he was doing, fantasizing about the warmth inside his one-bedroom apartment and cooking up his favorite dinner; fish sticks.
David Breamoore had lived alone for quite a while, ever since his last girlfriend was caught cheating on him (a reason he couldn't quite fathom). And so he was able to buy more food instead of getting clothes and jewelry for his slut of an ex-girlfriend.
He continued to walk down the street, his calm, confident eyes of emerald looking ahead in order to avoid any collisions. He spun multiple times to get out of someone's way, not noticing the young woman ahead that looked to have nowhere else to go.
David Breamoore had lived alone for quite a while, ever since his last girlfriend was caught cheating on him (a reason he couldn't quite fathom). And so he was able to buy more food instead of getting clothes and jewelry for his slut of an ex-girlfriend.
He continued to walk down the street, his calm, confident eyes of emerald looking ahead in order to avoid any collisions. He spun multiple times to get out of someone's way, not noticing the young woman ahead that looked to have nowhere else to go.