Newspaper boy. (Young!Charles)

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by Charles Yager, Oct 20, 2013.

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  1. It was a cold, Sunday morning. The air was thick and resembled milk spilled over a grey cloth.
    Another day where his dad went to church and sent him off to deliver papers. He was too young, only 10 and in a seedy neighborhood. He was always bait for older men, slow driving cars and gangs.

    First door He thought. Charles knocked on the door, waiting for something to happen.
     
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