p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"Do you ever meet someone who looks like they could kill you with a glance? Their smirk can send shivers down your back when you've never even spoken to them./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"They know something. It's the look of someone who knows how to do something most people can't. It's the look of someone with total and utter control. It is these people who are the most dangerous, and they know it. And then there are some who don't know of their power, who find themselves unable to use it. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"Thomas Falcon was walking home on April 27supth/sup 2015. His eyes trained on the pages in front of him. The instructions of a RolePlay reeling through his mind as he read the page. The sun was out in the sky and it was heating the ground to a major 85 degrees. This of course was normal in Arizona. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"Without raising his eyes off the page, Thomas jumped off the sidewalk and crossed the street, jumping onto the sidewalk on the opposite side. It was at this moment he realized a pair of eyes were on him. Without looking behind him he looked into the reflection behind him. He realized that there was a person behind him. Thomas quickly turned the corner and looked through the glass of the window in the building to is right seeing that the person behind him was someone he recognized, someone from school even. He didn't know his name but he vividly remembered seeing him in the hallway. He had Blackish brown hair and mocha skin. He always wore loose and flowing clothing that fit around his body lazily./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"The boy then turned the corner, Thomas' face reddened, he didn't like being followed. The boy was looking at him and back down to a notebook, was he drawing him? In a jerk he turned on his heel "What's your problem?" He said in a venomous tone. The boy's eyes widened "What?" The boy thought he hadn't been seen, let alone known enough to be notice as following him. In a jerk motion the boy tried to stop, his feet attempting to halt him but half way his feet caught with the other causing his direction to change…down. His hands sprawled out into the world as one hand tried to grab the notebook, the other tried to stop his dissent, both failed. His left hand met the ground and phased through it in order to avoid harm, the other bumped the notebook sending it forward. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"To Thomas it looked like he fell and landed on his hand and face. He held back a laugh. He was about to step forward to help him up when he noticed a black notebook on the ground, curiosity caught him. 'Was he drawing me?' He thought. Thomas' fingers wrapped around the black cover picking it up and holding it up to view, there was nothing special about it, just a regular notebook like those from the dollar near his house. He looked into the book and was shocked, names. Not a single sketch, simply name after name./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"The Boy looked up, his face going from anger to grief. His face then look plain. He simply stood up muttered "Shit." And walked away./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"Thomas stepped after him. "Wait, you forgot…" his words stopped as he realized they wouldn't be received. The boy from school was gone. Stepped around the corner and disappeared. The only thing left of him the notebook in his hands./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"They know something. It's the look of someone who knows how to do something most people can't. It's the look of someone with total and utter control. It is these people who are the most dangerous, and they know it. And then there are some who don't know of their power, who find themselves unable to use it. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"Thomas Falcon was walking home on April 27supth/sup 2015. His eyes trained on the pages in front of him. The instructions of a RolePlay reeling through his mind as he read the page. The sun was out in the sky and it was heating the ground to a major 85 degrees. This of course was normal in Arizona. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"Without raising his eyes off the page, Thomas jumped off the sidewalk and crossed the street, jumping onto the sidewalk on the opposite side. It was at this moment he realized a pair of eyes were on him. Without looking behind him he looked into the reflection behind him. He realized that there was a person behind him. Thomas quickly turned the corner and looked through the glass of the window in the building to is right seeing that the person behind him was someone he recognized, someone from school even. He didn't know his name but he vividly remembered seeing him in the hallway. He had Blackish brown hair and mocha skin. He always wore loose and flowing clothing that fit around his body lazily./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"The boy then turned the corner, Thomas' face reddened, he didn't like being followed. The boy was looking at him and back down to a notebook, was he drawing him? In a jerk he turned on his heel "What's your problem?" He said in a venomous tone. The boy's eyes widened "What?" The boy thought he hadn't been seen, let alone known enough to be notice as following him. In a jerk motion the boy tried to stop, his feet attempting to halt him but half way his feet caught with the other causing his direction to change…down. His hands sprawled out into the world as one hand tried to grab the notebook, the other tried to stop his dissent, both failed. His left hand met the ground and phased through it in order to avoid harm, the other bumped the notebook sending it forward. /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"To Thomas it looked like he fell and landed on his hand and face. He held back a laugh. He was about to step forward to help him up when he noticed a black notebook on the ground, curiosity caught him. 'Was he drawing me?' He thought. Thomas' fingers wrapped around the black cover picking it up and holding it up to view, there was nothing special about it, just a regular notebook like those from the dollar near his house. He looked into the book and was shocked, names. Not a single sketch, simply name after name./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"The Boy looked up, his face going from anger to grief. His face then look plain. He simply stood up muttered "Shit." And walked away./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"Thomas stepped after him. "Wait, you forgot…" his words stopped as he realized they wouldn't be received. The boy from school was gone. Stepped around the corner and disappeared. The only thing left of him the notebook in his hands./p
