03-17-2017, 07:02 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"]"That is unfortunate," Johnny muttered, mostly there because while Tatiana could handle herself he couldn't help but be protective. In his hand was a piece of rusty metal that could have come from a gate. All he knew was one good whack and some poor fool would be out of the game. Luckily it didn't seem like he needed to do that. "The badlands don't promise safety if thats what you're thinking," his free hand went to his hip where a nasty stab wound had recently healed, "and don't expect free food either."
"Other then that I'm Johnny, one of the good ones," grinning a bit he glanced at Tatiana, "unlike this one."
(This is so lame I'm sorry)
"Other then that I'm Johnny, one of the good ones," grinning a bit he glanced at Tatiana, "unlike this one."
(This is so lame I'm sorry)
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