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Razz · 08-12-2003, 12:22 AM

[OOC] Pip, E.D, this is how it's done.[/OOC]

Atop a rocky hill he stood, gazing over the city, gazing into the night sky. His thick red bangs hungs just over his eyebrows and brushed his sideburns in the light evening breeze. His off-white gi stood still, unmoved by the wind. He clenched his left fist, equipped with a long metal glove, and grasped his sword handle with his right. He didn't move a muscle. He just stood there, watching the townsfolk head home, watching the dark clouds fade as the light slowly began to chase away the black infinity. The black infinity. Jace yearned for it. He has always felt a meaning . . . a purpose beyond his knowledge. Beyond what eyes can see. It was that purpose that brought him to this place.
Jace looked down once more at the town. He saw a cloaked man enter the gates and walk into an inn. Suddenly, he felt in his soul that he needed to go down there. It was this same feeling in his heart, in his soul that brought him to the city in the first place. He leapt off the rock and slowly trotted down the path towards his destination. The inn.

08-12-2003, 12:22 AM	#4
Razz Senior Member Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: Your Mind . . . Posts: 1,769 Post Thanks / Like Thanks (Given): Thanks (Received): Likes (Given): Likes (Received): Dislikes (Given): Dislikes (Received): Points: 0 Mentioned: 0 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 0 Post(s)	[OOC] Pip, E.D, this is how it's done.[/OOC] Atop a rocky hill he stood, gazing over the city, gazing into the night sky. His thick red bangs hungs just over his eyebrows and brushed his sideburns in the light evening breeze. His off-white gi stood still, unmoved by the wind. He clenched his left fist, equipped with a long metal glove, and grasped his sword handle with his right. He didn't move a muscle. He just stood there, watching the townsfolk head home, watching the dark clouds fade as the light slowly began to chase away the black infinity. The black infinity. Jace yearned for it. He has always felt a meaning . . . a purpose beyond his knowledge. Beyond what eyes can see. It was that purpose that brought him to this place. Jace looked down once more at the town. He saw a cloaked man enter the gates and walk into an inn. Suddenly, he felt in his soul that he needed to go down there. It was this same feeling in his heart, in his soul that brought him to the city in the first place. He leapt off the rock and slowly trotted down the path towards his destination. The inn.