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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Forsaken One" data-source="post: 729034" data-attributes="member: 799">JamesThe sound of keys sounds through the hallway as James walks towards the front door. He stops and contemplates for a moment if he's gonna mutter some sort of curse or not. With a deep sigh he puts down the two suitcases and the backpack and bends over to pick up the keys. His fingers enclose around the cold metal and slowly he puts them back into the pocket of his jacket where they belong. Slowly rising he picks up his stuff and silently walks to the front door where he stops again, both hands full and the pack weighing heavy on his back while a gun sticks annoyingly around in some place where it shouldn't be.Sigh... He puts the suitcases back on the ground, gets his keys out again and opens the door. He picks everything up again and walks to the Hummer where he throws everything in. He walks back to the door, locks it and sits down in the car. Checking the positions of his mirrors he takes a good look at himself again in one of them, his fingers glide over some of the scars in his face and neck and a sign of them can be seen beneath his shirt. The doctors succeeded in fixing most of the scars with laser surgery but the wounds the fire left across his body will never go away completely.A image flashes through his mind, the werewolf diving ontop of him while enveloped in flames. He feels the pain again and the wolf's fur setting his clothes on fire, searing his flesh.He just shrugs it off. It's all behind him now and besides... James takes a good look in the mirror again. The scars are mostly gone and well.. to be truly honest... they make him kinda look mean. Yeah, one mean dude he is. Not everybody cuts down two werewolves within five minutes, hah! A wide grin grows across his face, showing a bit more of the scar tissue as his smile grows but he could care less. He'll just have to live with it. He puts the keys in and starts the car. He pulls up and at the corner of his street he remembers something, his cellphone... in the kitchen...Sigh... And he backs the car up.[OOC: When I read this afterwards I laughed really hard hehe, I wrote it myself and it really ain't funny but I jsut had a good laugh. About something I wrote myself 10 seconds before, LOL! /OOC]</blockquote>

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