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Post by HumanoidCarbonUnit on Nov 23, 2009 21:12:34 GMT -5
Dante gave a nervous look around him. He jumped at the sound of the thunder. Loud noises scared him. How many years had it been? Would he always be afraid of these loud noises? Was he permanently broken? In his mind he knew the answer was yes, everyone would say otherwise but he knew it was true.
The rain came down hard, it soaked him to the bone but the blond man didn't seem to notice. He was trapped in his mind, thinking on things. He wouldn't dare tell anyone what he thought about of course, they were his private thoughts. At the moment he thought about what he would do if he was found by a bounty hunter. There was probably one keeping an eye out for him. He was a marked man, his days were numbered, he knew that.
As he walked the blue eyed man seemed to pay no attention to the blood that ran down his neck. He had cut himself shaving with is knife. It looked worse than it was so it was easy for him to pay it no heed. On top of that being lost in his mind made it easy for him to not think on it.
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