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Closed RP with Gatsbyfandom
He picked repeatedly at his stitches, the young tom continued in a dreary, walk as syrup leaked from the age old wound. He gave nary a glance around his land as all seemed to fear him. From the consorts, to the ogres none would take step near the tom.
Thats bringing up childhood aint it.
He sighed, continuing to move, trudging through the ash as he just aimed to progress, to get this over with.
Everything hurt.
The Old American Past-time (Closed RP with Gigi)
Your name is Felious Lackadaisy and you are going back to your roots. Found a friendly ol' spot in a park, and brought out your old bat.
Very old. You toss the bat, letting it spin in the air some as you walk on by. The end is cracked and has a nail through it. Holds its own share of ductape but to you, its the best darn hitter this side of the Mississippi; and if you where to cross the river, that side too.
"Its Ol' Fella, taking up the plate. Little boy Lackadaisy been hitting homers all season round. Just how does he do it."
You take a slow mock swing, feeling the familiar weight before hefting a ball from your pocket and tossing it up high.
"And its a pitch, he gets into position and he swings!"
And a familiar crack fills the air as you send the ball flying, a small hiss fizzling as it tears it up. Eventually coming to a land off in the distance which you soon follow.
