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Supernova
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2012
- Location
- with Carmen Sandiego
It was dark when the cab pulled up along side the small sub urban home. The neighborhood looked peaceful, almost tranquil till the man stepped out of the cab, yelling at the driver too do various unsanitary things. As he walked towards the gate of his home he stumbled slightly grabbing the chain link fence too hold himself up. The world was spinning around the man, and he smelled of alcohol.
Mark slowly opened the gate too the home ignoring the beware of dog sign. Closing the gate behind him, he seemed more angry then ever before. It had only been a few years since a rather messy divorce had torn apart his life, and he had used the anger as an excuse too take up the alcohol. Crossing the yard too his home he heard the wimpering of the dog, looking over he let out another long set of cusses. His daughter was supposed too put the dog inside every night, but for some reason it was well into 11 o clock and the dog was still outside. It seemed too him that his brat of a daughter needed a harsh lession.
Mark was 5'6", he had light green eyes with black hair. He was rather unkempt these days with a small amount of fuzz from having not shaved in the past three days. His shirt had a few stains here or there, but he still had a rather imposing look too him. Slamming open the door He called out for his daughter, Rex a large doberman in his own right let out a few wimpers as he padded into the house.
Mark slowly opened the gate too the home ignoring the beware of dog sign. Closing the gate behind him, he seemed more angry then ever before. It had only been a few years since a rather messy divorce had torn apart his life, and he had used the anger as an excuse too take up the alcohol. Crossing the yard too his home he heard the wimpering of the dog, looking over he let out another long set of cusses. His daughter was supposed too put the dog inside every night, but for some reason it was well into 11 o clock and the dog was still outside. It seemed too him that his brat of a daughter needed a harsh lession.
Mark was 5'6", he had light green eyes with black hair. He was rather unkempt these days with a small amount of fuzz from having not shaved in the past three days. His shirt had a few stains here or there, but he still had a rather imposing look too him. Slamming open the door He called out for his daughter, Rex a large doberman in his own right let out a few wimpers as he padded into the house.