Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316286-20141209014459/@comment-768817-20141221153545

Andre Bruno sat, crouched, in a drainage pipe, as the rain poured down, in the darkness of the cloudy night. He hadn't slept since he broke free, from the facility. He wept. All but his third eye, which remained sternly vigilant, and completely out of his control.