Fight (Closed)
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This was supposed to be easy, or at least the easy part of the whole ordeal, yet a slight tremble manifested itself in Frank’s fingers and no matter what he did his Hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Was he scared or excited? He couldn’t say for sure, nevertheless, he kept moving forward, ignoring the looks that were thrown towards his way.
Frank Morrison, the greenhorn, they had called him when he had arrived at the meeting, his intentions had been joining them and they still were, yet the other looked at him with so much disdain in their eyes as if they didn’t believe him, as if he was nothing cannon fooder for them. He would prove them wrong.
A small smirk formed on his scarred lips and he halted in his movement, there she was, just standing a few metres away from him, Blaire Sloukel, the one and only, the person he had been looking for. “Hey! I’m here!” he yelled loudly and made his way over to her.
