- Messages
- 3
- OOC First Name
- Pheeb
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- It's Complicated
- Age
- 2/2014 (36)
The curtains hadn’t been opened for years, a layer of dust and dirt coated them as they hung limply from their rail, only one side pale as fingers brushed it on occasion as they did now, as the man peered out the window motionless bar his eyes, that darted over the figures that walked the street below. Rowley spent the majority of his day, just watching, too cowardly to actually face himself let alone anyone else. His eyes attached to another’s, and the man shot away from the window in panic, turning to busy himself as though the person who had spotted him had a way of seeing him now, pacing around his dark room that was the habitat of years worth of life artefacts to justify himself for staring.
He paused, angry at himself, and closing his eyes to regain control over his emotions. He knew what would happen if he let them run wild and it was too unpredictable. After a few moments, a breath of fresh air would have done well, and grabbing his long dark coat and throwing the hood up over his damp hair, the man left the room, pulling the door closed behind him. A short moment later and he was out on the cobbled street, he could feel the cold harshness of the stone underfoot, and took a lungful of cool albeit polluted air. His eyes scanned the path ahead, anxious not to reunite with those he’d caught previously, and instead he pushed on through the crowd, trying to busy himself with other folk going about whatever aspect of life that was deemed normal.