Chaos_The_Chosen_One
Star
- Joined
- Feb 1, 2011
- Location
- home
Samael tossed the scarf around his face as he stepped into the cold winter air. He tugged his coat around him and looked down the street. It was just a few short blocks to the grocery store and he had no wish to fight with his jeep today. The sidewalks were freshly shoved and iced, and he made his way to the grocery store. He had just gotten the check for his last job and he needed groceries. Zubbs needed some fresh apples and he was hungry for some meat.
Getting to the small grocery store on the corner he grabbed a small kart and tossed his hat and scarf into it and headed down the aisle to pick out groceries.
Samael wasn't tall, five foot seven, with dark dark brown hair, a few shades darker and it could be called black. his eyes, a faded blue that may have been once a sapphire, but now seemed to have shades of gray to them.
He was currently dressed in thick work boots and carpenter jeans, an orange thermal longsleeve over his brown t-shirt and under his leather trench coat.
It was enough to keep him warm in the cold winter, but sometimes he wished for a little more at home.
Getting to the small grocery store on the corner he grabbed a small kart and tossed his hat and scarf into it and headed down the aisle to pick out groceries.
Samael wasn't tall, five foot seven, with dark dark brown hair, a few shades darker and it could be called black. his eyes, a faded blue that may have been once a sapphire, but now seemed to have shades of gray to them.
He was currently dressed in thick work boots and carpenter jeans, an orange thermal longsleeve over his brown t-shirt and under his leather trench coat.
It was enough to keep him warm in the cold winter, but sometimes he wished for a little more at home.