Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150418230709/@comment-24530992-20150422031439

Bryce stood in the bathing room, staring at himself in the mirror. He studied his own face; angular, soft, and maybe even handsome, if he were to think that way. He began to cut the hairs off of his jaw, the cold steel sending goosebumps down his arms. He felt something touch his bicep and trace up his arm to his neck, and he quickly spun around, thus causing him to cut himself. He cursed loudly, not only because he had cut himself, but because noone was there. He tossed the knife aside, before quickly running back outdoors.