Post by TheMaskedStranger on Sept 2, 2009 15:20:27 GMT -8
It was cold and the wind blew heavly through the midnight air, the moon shined down and got climpse of our Hero. He rested ontop of the chapel, he was knelt beside the cross on the roof as his eyes glarred steadily at the few pedistrians below. His long trench coat wrapped around him and concealed him with in the Darkness Embrace.
The streets were dark and damp, and the footsteps in alleys could be heard and with in the distant maybe even the sounds of sirens. Small snow flakes began to blow, and soon covered the ground with thin layers of white powder. TheMaskedStranger curled around the fire escape and down to where he would jump to the ground, the soft snow absorbing his impact. He gently placed his hands in his jacket as he walked down the streets carefully gazing at his surroundings. He would soon come to a green bench and before sitting down he would sigh.
The streets were dark and damp, and the footsteps in alleys could be heard and with in the distant maybe even the sounds of sirens. Small snow flakes began to blow, and soon covered the ground with thin layers of white powder. TheMaskedStranger curled around the fire escape and down to where he would jump to the ground, the soft snow absorbing his impact. He gently placed his hands in his jacket as he walked down the streets carefully gazing at his surroundings. He would soon come to a green bench and before sitting down he would sigh.
