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Destinykil
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A Lonely Quest
Destinykil- Police Chief
Number of posts : 30675
Age : 33
What's up Tab : Eroding slowly
Fanclubs : WONTON BRIGADE, Hellsing Fanclub
Village :
Happiness bar :
Registration date : 2008-01-03
AMP
Natural: 0
Power: Wind Tornado
Instinct: 0
Destinykil- Police Chief
Number of posts : 30675
Age : 33
What's up Tab : Eroding slowly
Fanclubs : WONTON BRIGADE, Hellsing Fanclub
Village :
Happiness bar :
Registration date : 2008-01-03
AMP
Natural: 0
Power: Wind Tornado
Instinct: 0
previously: Jecht looks down and notices nothing below, he
thinks back to his childhood, was it well worth it, the same question
going through his mind....Jecht closes his eyes and awaits...
A dead silence falls upon Jecht as he stops screaming and tries to open his eyes..no luck he can't see a thing. He began to hold out his arms in hopes he would catch ahold of something and stop himself from falling, so far..no luck.
"This...is...stupid!" shouts Jecht at the top of his voice. He begins to throw a fit in the air kicking and punching the air until his foot strikes something hard. "My foot, WHAT THE HELL was that" angrily shouts Jecht.
Jecht held his foot but stretched his arm out to the area where his foot has struck something. He began to feel a rocky surface. Jecht tries finding a steady groove to plany his hand on to stop falling, no luck.
Down down down goes Jecht, into the deep abyss, he doesn't even know what had happened. His whole life flashes before him, his childhood, his teen years, all the times he got in trouble, all of those clips playing through his head
thinks back to his childhood, was it well worth it, the same question
going through his mind....Jecht closes his eyes and awaits...
A dead silence falls upon Jecht as he stops screaming and tries to open his eyes..no luck he can't see a thing. He began to hold out his arms in hopes he would catch ahold of something and stop himself from falling, so far..no luck.
"This...is...stupid!" shouts Jecht at the top of his voice. He begins to throw a fit in the air kicking and punching the air until his foot strikes something hard. "My foot, WHAT THE HELL was that" angrily shouts Jecht.
Jecht held his foot but stretched his arm out to the area where his foot has struck something. He began to feel a rocky surface. Jecht tries finding a steady groove to plany his hand on to stop falling, no luck.
Down down down goes Jecht, into the deep abyss, he doesn't even know what had happened. His whole life flashes before him, his childhood, his teen years, all the times he got in trouble, all of those clips playing through his head
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