Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-25828117-20190801143902

Doris looked for a place to sit, but everything in this place looked and smelled like a garage: Metal and oily. Even if she did find a place to sit down she'd probably sit on just the edge of the seat, that's how disgusted she was. When all of a suddenly the front door of the compound swung open again and in walked the most handsome young man she had ever seen.

Not only was he gorgeous but he stuck out like a sore thumb. Dressed in an old pre-war three-button short with wide lapels in an orange-black plaid motif which was neatly tucked into his wide high-waist beige slacks. He looked about as non-threatening as you could imagine someone in that outfit to be.

When he clocked Doris' gaze he seemed to smile. or did he? This man seemed to be aware of the fact he drew eyes to himself and was confident enough to not have it bother him in the slightest. In fact, he seemed to revel in it.

"God. Look at him..." Doris sighed to Eva.