scrapping[p]
Jun 11, 2014 15:21:00 GMT -7
Post by Aygül Valentine on Jun 11, 2014 15:21:00 GMT -7
Valentine would move along, the rain hitting his face, his hands moving in front of him to feel the rain, the rain its self was cool to touch as it splashed on to his skin. Moving a head of him was a quiet beam of light, he wouldn’t be able to feel it in any of his senses. With a soft static sound, and before he could move, he had his brain removed by something or someone in the sky floating away with it in a jar to try to put it into a book for later usage.
-scrap incentive to stone-
-scrap incentive to stone-
