Post by Yasu on Jun 27, 2007 12:43:18 GMT -5
Just read the rules...so I shall abide by them...
Madoka wandered around the forest floor, turning in random directions and taking no measures to be silent. He really had no where to go, and prefered it that way. The man wasn't very good with obligations and such, so it tried his best to keep a pretty spaced out life style. That's also why he wasn't in very many relationships. The scrawny being flopped down on the ground, resting his arms on his bent knees and leaning back onto a tree. Such a beautiful forest had to harbor some interesting creatures, he assumed anyway. Well, he morely hoped for something to come out. He's been by himself for a while now, and the quiet forest is enjoyable for only an uncertain while. Sighing, Madoka closed his heavy eyelids, taking advantage of the open solitude. He knew better than to sleep in enclosed buildings. Oh, heavens no. The last time he attempted that, he woke up in a hospital with many phsychiatric doctors studying his every movemont. No, the man would never do that again. He's been sent, well, forced to the asylum so many times he's learned to keep to himself. It was best if he wanted his freedom. Well, his physical freedom anyway. The past still haunts his present, and the future doesn't look too good. The man drifted off with that thought in his mind, the blood stained island appearing in the distant corridors of his mind.
Madoka wandered around the forest floor, turning in random directions and taking no measures to be silent. He really had no where to go, and prefered it that way. The man wasn't very good with obligations and such, so it tried his best to keep a pretty spaced out life style. That's also why he wasn't in very many relationships. The scrawny being flopped down on the ground, resting his arms on his bent knees and leaning back onto a tree. Such a beautiful forest had to harbor some interesting creatures, he assumed anyway. Well, he morely hoped for something to come out. He's been by himself for a while now, and the quiet forest is enjoyable for only an uncertain while. Sighing, Madoka closed his heavy eyelids, taking advantage of the open solitude. He knew better than to sleep in enclosed buildings. Oh, heavens no. The last time he attempted that, he woke up in a hospital with many phsychiatric doctors studying his every movemont. No, the man would never do that again. He's been sent, well, forced to the asylum so many times he's learned to keep to himself. It was best if he wanted his freedom. Well, his physical freedom anyway. The past still haunts his present, and the future doesn't look too good. The man drifted off with that thought in his mind, the blood stained island appearing in the distant corridors of his mind.
