Keith’s Comments (group member since Jul 16, 2009)

Keith’s comments from the The Classics group.

Andy fumed and stormed about the town, taking his rage out on any object nearby , mostly newspaper stands. As he walked he stumbled upon a short and odd looking boy. He looked young, yet something about him reeked of age and dignity. He was pale and his eyes seemed deep, like an ocean, watery, like the depths. He watched the boy as he ran down an alley, disappearing into the darkness. Andy followed after him.

[[The little pale person is Steve's character in case none ya'll knew.:]]

Doesnt matter andy declared. You are taking his life force, his energy! Andy could hardlyhold back the beast, his features becoming more feral.

Andy took his eyes off of the bum and watched both of them very carefully, the pistol still remained on cathal. "Doesn't matter to me what you do, this man will be touched by death, that's enough to drive a man insane, ever think of that?" Andy said, the animal lunging at its mental walls.

Andy stood forward. Anger flared. He pulled the pistol from his side and pointed it at the vampires. Touch one hair on his head and i will destroy you like the monster you are, andy said a growl escaping his throat.

Andy, was awaken with a crash and pain, like usual. He looked around and slowly eased the couch off his injured side. He looked around, the vampires from earlier were around him, the ones who refused to take the blood from his stores. Andy quickly stood and backed into a corner, tension building in the space between them. He didn't trust them still, even if they had patched him up. They had an agenda that they wouldn't tell him, and that was concerning.

(yes it is a chemistry term. look at its symbol. ba.)

[[Tough it out, you guys are Barium.:]]

[[Still passed out on the couch, muttering in my sleep, anyone care?:]]

Andy awoke from his slumber several hours later and found himself on a dusty old table. He examined his wounds, they were jagged, cut by a vampires claw. They were healing nicely, they had been cleaned and dressed, nicely enough for Andy, but it would never cut it in a hospital.

Andy swung his legs off the side of the table, it creaked with his movement. He walked across the room, favoring his wounded side and he examined where he was. He knew he was in the old Riley mansion, it had been abandoned several years ago when the Riley's had been brutely murdered in their home. It was never ever emtptied. Andy decided that it meant there were still furniture items in the house. He made his way along a dusty corridor.

He came out into the main room, the sun was shining brightly through the cracks in the boarded up windows. Andy lay down on an old sofa loveseat that was covered in a white sheet, dust exploded from it. Andy stood sneezing violently, shuddering his body and making him double over with pain as he pulled he wounds. He pulled the sheet off the sofa in a suddenly more foul mood, pain does that to people, and he flopped down on it and drifted into an uneasy sleep, muttering about days of old, he hoped that no one would hear him.

Andy sat up with a start. He sniffed, what smells like wet dog? Andy grumbled and turned over and went back to sleep to begin the heallng process.

Andy rolled over and began to snore. Loudly.

(people should post cause i am knocked out)

(aw things seen to be working out nicely. sounds like fun people. keep it up;) ))

It was almost dawn, Andy stumbled across town, blood pouring from his side. The wound was a nasty gash, it was causing him trouble.

Andy looked for somewhere, something, someone. Andy spotted something, on the horizon, his vision was blurry. He ran for it, he crashed hard on something, wood, old and splintery. They were old stairs, Andy crawled up them each inch like hundreds of miles, each inch even farther. He made it to the door. He crawled inside, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Andy collapsed on the main entry floor of an abandoned mansion, blood slowly seeping from his wounds. He slipped into unconciousness.

[[I say sure, any objections?:]]

[[Ya jouer means play...:]]

[[Hola Rosetta, mi espanol es muy petit, habla inglais?:]]

[[Believe me, I know how you feel:]]

by all means i hold no one to this rp. he you want to quit them quit

[[Have fun folks, post your way, what you want the way you want, ignore anything I may have implied as to what should've happened, just....have fun *sigh*:]]