Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131023215826/@comment-24075243-20131024225708

As he sits in the chair he leans back once again. The candles flame on the end table infront of him dances, casting his shadow on the wall. He places his arm on a table next to him. His hand is scarred with burn marks. He unbuttons two buttons on his shirt and opens it up. Hard to breathe. He breathes heavily for a few seconds until he sighs deeply. He felt hungry, but he simply did not had the appetite to eat.