Owlmageddon comes. Ò◇Ó
- Roleplay Invitations
- Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
- My Usual Online Time
- 5PM - 5AM Daily
THE TIES THAT BIND
The day was overcast with no sight of the the sun behind the dim grey of the clouds. It was the very picture of gloom and set the perfect scene for a funeral. The thought had crossed many people's minds as they stood around the coffin as it lowered in to the ground. A man named Jeremiah Douglas. How he died, most of the friends and family had no idea - or they weren't saying. The funeral had been a closed casket ceremony, so not a single person saw the face of the man they were now mourning. He seemed to be a popular man, though. Many people had shown up, most not knowing each other. Expressions on their faces were ranged. Some happy, some depressed. Jeremiah Douglas' acquaintances were a curious and mix-matched lot.
The funeral was over, people exiting the cemetery in silent droves. Back to their every day lives.
And so it begins...