Mitch Knox sat back in his well-worn chair, rubbing at his sore neck and aching back. A cup of coffee sat beside him, steaming and fresh. He wished secretly for a stronger drink, but settled and took a long gulp. Mitch ruffled his mousy-brown hair. The bright-lit computer screen burned into...
So I was assuming these were escaped prisoners/vigilantes, and such. Maybe they could be found righteous by rescuing a younger escaped prisoner from execution who was wrongly accused? I don't really know. What where you going with this?
Okay, so I've done plenty of these before, but with my current amount of sleep, this may sound a bit incompetent. *shiftyeyes*
Okay, so, I'm Floruu. It's not my real name; but you should probably refer to me as it, I guess? I'm fourteen and I used to roleplay a ton when I was eleven or twelve...