- Jul 3, 2016
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Jonathan Rathier moved through the crowds of people, snow crunching under his feet, a duffel bag over one shoulder, he was many things, a teenager, the adopted son of a general, an aspect of Death, but at the moment he was very lost. He had just arrived, after two years of blood and violence he had arrived at place where he could find answers, and maybe find peace.
He rounded a corner trying to remember the directions someone had given him to the school, as his gray eyes looked over the street he noticed a girl around his age, relived that he'd found someone who could help, so he approached her, "hey there, I just got here, and I'm kinda lost. I'm trying to find my way to the school."
@TORY
He rounded a corner trying to remember the directions someone had given him to the school, as his gray eyes looked over the street he noticed a girl around his age, relived that he'd found someone who could help, so he approached her, "hey there, I just got here, and I'm kinda lost. I'm trying to find my way to the school."
@TORY