Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150324124537

Sander scoffed when he rwmembered his past. It was strange to him. The images had not sparked any grief in him. It was a mere memory that he wanted gone - nothing else. A thorn in his eye. A slight annoyance..

Axel Leclair looked out from his mansion, sitting in his comfy sofa as he examined a painting of abstract art on the wall. It depicted various symmetric and geonometric figures, although they made it so that a face - a jutted and unnatural face of a woman could be seen, who was smiling. She had long brown or blonde hair, although it was hard to see From where he was sitting.

He looked up at the ceiling, as he closed his eyes and grinned, picturing his plans for the future.