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Originally Posted by wilomn
He was there, you could see his outline in the moonlight and fog. Black leather jacket, riding leathers and boots; same as always, leaning against the lampost by the oak tree, same as most nights.
No one messed with this guy, no one sane anyway. He was smart and fast and had the stamina of 10 men. When he got through with people they weren't fit to be dogfood, he thrashed em that bad.
Not much of a mixer him, tends to hang out with himself. You see him, hear his opinion expressed and then he's gone again. No one quite knew where. They were certain he'd be back though. They never doubted his return.
Guys like him, they always came back. They had to, there was no choice. It was ingrained in their makeup, like the hair blowing in the wind they way his eyes drank up the light from the lamp post, swimming in briteness but black as night at the same time.
Some of us had seen him taking on 3 or 4 or even more people at one time and he never lost. The guy was a legend. He was known before he arrived, that well travelled was his reputation.
Even THAT guy, the one above, behaves as best he can here.
For those of you who don't know him, and I'm not saying I do, I just write adequate discriptive paragrapghs, that is quite an accomplishment.
His usual method is to grab the offending party and smash it against things until it has learned a lesson. You should see it in action, it's really quite impressive.
If HE can, surely you can too.
Ummm....check please! :8::8::8::rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl:
you funny missa you so funny!