You know of a man off of Witberry. He stands like a statue off of Witberry. Watching. People think he is the man who unknowingly got frozen in time. He just stands off of Witberry, unblinking and unbreathing. Though he stands, his blue, blurry gaze frozen off. He’s staring at something. Perhaps it was the person who had frozen him in this manner?
People are rude to this man standing off of Witberry. They push him. Children climb on him. Poke him, until his mother says, “Come away, he is broken. He is broken and unfixable!” Then she’d usher the child off, as they squeak in protest. Teenagers of unbridled rage sometimes punch him and spraypaint his clothes. They write vulgar words on his clothing. But the next day the words are gone. Yet the clothes remain the same.
No one cares of the man. Except for you, who just moved into the apartment across the street, on Witberry. You have no clue who this lanky, blond, blue-eyed man is doing, or what his deal is.
He just stares and never moves.
Lex
I kinda want to have ship-freedom here
And I’ve seen the most of your characters and I don’t think that’d help much.
You’re welcome to stalk!
Okay then!
I shall stalk!
Yay!
I'm just waiting for some people to join one of my rps…
(oh my stars this seems soo cool !)
(I hope someone joins cuz I wanna see this play out. I'd join but I'm not very confident in my roleplaying abilities lol)
(O.O this. is amazing. may I?)
(Lol okay. Thanks for bumping this)
(O.O this. is amazing. may I?)
(Sure you may. Just remember grammar stuff and you’ll be gucci)
(Do you have a template or something or no?)
(Do you want me to start?)
It was a particularly breezy and pleasant day on Witberry Grove, the street that always held peculiar things. Some people believed there was a witch that lived in these homes. But the rent was cheap. There were good jobs nearby, and the neighborhood was the safest in town. Of course, there was always the jumpy people, mainly because of the blond standing in the turning corner that began Witberry Grove.
Teylie walked down the sidewalk, a small piece of paper with her new address in her hand. She brushed a piece of her auburn colored hair out of her face and smiled New apartment, new job, new life.. she thought to herself and looked around for anyone that could point her in the right direction to find her apartment.
Other than the blonde standing outside, there was a brunet standing in front of a house. When he spotted her he waved her over, smiling. It was the landlord she had met up with for her house.
Teylie walked over to the guy "Hi, I'm Teylie and you must be the landlord?" She smiled and looked at her paper to make sure she was at the right address before folding it up and putting it in your pocket.
