Post by Kazumane Kagetora on Apr 29, 2009 15:36:36 GMT -5
Tap. Tap. Tap. His shoes making a slight noise as they hit the ground. The sound echoed through the alleways. You would probably see the occasional bum haning around here. They would most likely be drunk. Hell this was the last place Kagetora wanted to be! He was frightened!
Fingers hugged his pocket knife closely. Each corner he turned, he would jump out of his skin to see what was on the otherside. "Hey." He would hear a deep low growl. A lustful one and felt something grab his angle. "How about you bring that ass a little closer?" Kagetora would instantly pull out and speed walk away. "N-n-no. that's okay." There was no reason to pull a knife out. This one could have had backup. He could've also had a gun!
"Ohh." Kagetora whimpered turning the next corner. This one was empty. And it didn't stench of alchol as the other pathways did. "This will have to do." He said finding a corner. Behind the corner was a foresty area. The boy backed into the wall and slid to the ground where he would sit down.
Hugging his knees close to him, he would reveal his pocket knife. He kept it in front of him with a firm grip. His voice appearing in a complaining tone.
"Do I have to sleep here?"
Fingers hugged his pocket knife closely. Each corner he turned, he would jump out of his skin to see what was on the otherside. "Hey." He would hear a deep low growl. A lustful one and felt something grab his angle. "How about you bring that ass a little closer?" Kagetora would instantly pull out and speed walk away. "N-n-no. that's okay." There was no reason to pull a knife out. This one could have had backup. He could've also had a gun!
"Ohh." Kagetora whimpered turning the next corner. This one was empty. And it didn't stench of alchol as the other pathways did. "This will have to do." He said finding a corner. Behind the corner was a foresty area. The boy backed into the wall and slid to the ground where he would sit down.
Hugging his knees close to him, he would reveal his pocket knife. He kept it in front of him with a firm grip. His voice appearing in a complaining tone.
"Do I have to sleep here?"