No More Running
« Thread started on: Feb 22nd, 2008, 6:13pm »
Razo looked around the church. He had spent the last few weeks hiding away from most of the towns people because of what he done here. Even though he was only trying to help, but nobody understood. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up. The words of the man women still stuck in his head. He, or she promised to get him back.
A puff of smoke went into the air as he walked down the pews. His footsteps echoed all around him with each step he took. He was tired of hiding and running. Today he would face his problems, he would walk around town to be seen by all. No more running he promissed himself. He would get what ever was coming to him, even if he didn't deserve it this one time.
He moved into one of the pews and sat down looking at the cross towards the front of the church.
Re: No More Running
« Reply #1 on: Feb 22nd, 2008, 6:34pm »
Robert pushed open the doors to the church and stepped in. The church was almost empty except for a man sitting alone. The young man seemed to have a look of an outlaw. Robert looked around for anyone else, he didn't know if he should try to talk to the boy or what. He did after all seem to be in deep thought. He silently made his way to the very back pew and slid in. He wondered if there was a reward out for this outlaw, he would need to speak to the Sheriff about it later.
Boredom is what kills you in the endcurMood[Euphoric]
Re: No More Running
« Reply #2 on: Mar 12th, 2008, 09:55am »
*Isabella, having grown tired of waiting for the apparently mute lad to respond in the graveyard, slipped past him with only a mockingly sympathetic pat of his shoulder. From there she made her way to the church. She expected to see at least a small congregation gathered, but to her disappointment only found two silent men amongst the pews. When had this town become so silent? Where was the action? Irritation creased her brow as she made her way to the front to sit herself resolutely beside the man who was decisively deep in thought- a fact he could hardly miss as there was several hundred other places she could have sat. She leaned over, placing her lips a mere inch from his ear* You don't look like you're praying good sir. Penny for your thoughts? *With that she smiled brightly. And if it was tinged with a slightly worrisome edge of determination, what of it? She was bored, and she was seeking respite.*