The abandoned building was mostly just that— abandoned.
Mostly, that is.
“Hey,” a disembodied voice called out, echoing a bit in the quiet of the dilapidated building’s skeletal remains. “Who’re you supposed to be?”
It turns out the voice wasn’t disembodied at all. Above Beck, a head of curly blond hair peered down at him through a rotted hole in the floor above him, through the crumbling boards and deteriorating support beams. Though the stranger’s face was encased in shadows cast by the broken ceiling above them, their voice was young— maybe late teens, early twenties, male— and scratchy.
“You don’t look like you should be here.”
(hey, im really sorry to say this all of a sudden, but I really do love this rp and your writing style a lot, but I don't think I can continue this particular rp- not because of anything you've done!! you've been absolutely perfect! it's just that I went through a bit of my characters and stuff and am in the middle of polishing things up and well uhhh….Ezekiel is no longer an active character I work with anymore (meaning, he got deleted) and it just feels so awkward rping with him now- I'm really sorry !!! i would love to do another rp with you if you'd even want to do that again with me, i just feel really detached from this character now and i wouldn't be giving it my 110% percent- i also really don't like half-assing my replies, it wouldn't be fair to you, so i just wanted to let you know)
