m8 pls ( logan x aragorn ) blitz
Aug 21, 2014 2:03:21 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Aug 21, 2014 2:03:21 GMT -5
ARAGORN BLACKMORE
This place was different to home. At home there was not this fishy smell, no salt in the air and the wind was not damp at nights. At home the world seemed like it was totally dispatched from the rest of the world. But out here, in another place of this world everything felt so different, nothing was the same, not the people, not the sky not the air I breathed. Everything to the way the water tasted was something that felt foreign and almost out of place.
Well everything but my family.
A few members of my 'humble' family had decided they were going to participate in the games, meaning that my time here was contaminated with their presence. It was disgusting.
Leaving my room, which I was sharing with my 'favourite' brother of all Logan, it takes all I have not to spit on the pillow where he would lay his head that night. I walk into the small kitchen area and walk over to the fridge which I am happy to see is free from my families disgusting habits. Maybe everything was not bad. I smile, and walk over to the couch where I lay myself out, my feet resting on the chairs arm, my arm hanging over the edge lazy clutching an apple.
Logan walks in and instantly my eyes are chilled and a smirk slips onto my pale lips. "Loser to the left side of the room, winners to the left. Your a loser- so you get the left side."
Well everything but my family.
A few members of my 'humble' family had decided they were going to participate in the games, meaning that my time here was contaminated with their presence. It was disgusting.
Leaving my room, which I was sharing with my 'favourite' brother of all Logan, it takes all I have not to spit on the pillow where he would lay his head that night. I walk into the small kitchen area and walk over to the fridge which I am happy to see is free from my families disgusting habits. Maybe everything was not bad. I smile, and walk over to the couch where I lay myself out, my feet resting on the chairs arm, my arm hanging over the edge lazy clutching an apple.
Logan walks in and instantly my eyes are chilled and a smirk slips onto my pale lips. "Loser to the left side of the room, winners to the left. Your a loser- so you get the left side."
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