Post by Grell Sutcliff on Feb 29, 2012 23:09:19 GMT -5
Character: Grell Sutcliff
Sample Starter:
The red headed reaper stood in the moonlight watching as people went about their business of the evening. Pulling out a small book he fingered through the pages. He had all but finished his to-die list.... only one name was left there. Sighing softly he wasn't in the mood tonight to finish it but he knew if he didn't Willim would be angry with him.
Taking a seat on the roof top he filed at his nails pondering what he should do. It was getting late and he wanted to get home to his beauty sleepy. "Stupid overtime. That brute William will be cross if i don't finish up my to-die list." After filing down a few of his hang nails he got up and summed his scythe. "Might as well finish up before Will pops his top." Putting his hand over his mouth as he yawned in a lady like manor before hoping down to street level to find his last death of the night.
Black gloved hands stuck in his pockets as heeled boots clacked against the stone street. It had been a very long night and his feet were KILLING him. When he got home he would have to soak them and take a nice shower with that rose water Anne had given him before he had killed her. Oh how he had painted her a pretty red letting her paint the street red with her own blood. It had been her own fault though, but somewhere in the back of his mind he missed her.... he had truly loved her. Grell stopped and sighed soft looking up at the moon. "Time to finish work.." He took out his scissors and entered the home that the death was about to occur.
Sample Starter:
The red headed reaper stood in the moonlight watching as people went about their business of the evening. Pulling out a small book he fingered through the pages. He had all but finished his to-die list.... only one name was left there. Sighing softly he wasn't in the mood tonight to finish it but he knew if he didn't Willim would be angry with him.
Taking a seat on the roof top he filed at his nails pondering what he should do. It was getting late and he wanted to get home to his beauty sleepy. "Stupid overtime. That brute William will be cross if i don't finish up my to-die list." After filing down a few of his hang nails he got up and summed his scythe. "Might as well finish up before Will pops his top." Putting his hand over his mouth as he yawned in a lady like manor before hoping down to street level to find his last death of the night.
Black gloved hands stuck in his pockets as heeled boots clacked against the stone street. It had been a very long night and his feet were KILLING him. When he got home he would have to soak them and take a nice shower with that rose water Anne had given him before he had killed her. Oh how he had painted her a pretty red letting her paint the street red with her own blood. It had been her own fault though, but somewhere in the back of his mind he missed her.... he had truly loved her. Grell stopped and sighed soft looking up at the moon. "Time to finish work.." He took out his scissors and entered the home that the death was about to occur.
