- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- 11 am - 2 am
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Magic, Horror, Romance
The man eyed Dean skeptically once more. "Well I, personally, do not have one." The man stated gauging Dean's reaction carefully. "But..." He continued after a long moment of analysis. It was clear this kid was desperate. "I know a guy who has whatcha lookin fer." The old man leaned in quite close. "Alexavier Dubuois." The man whispered as if the name burnt his tongue. "And he won't like ya friend over there." The man added quickly before walking away. He had already said too much. This was a dangerous business and Alexavier was a very influential man. The shopkeeper didn't need more trouble on top of the every day riff raff that entered his establishment. "Now leave. I ain't got what ya lookin fer!"