jaybreezy Member
Your Local Scumbag
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Joined: 9 yrs ago
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Username history
- jaybreezy 9 yrs ago
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Bio
I'm just a very casual roleplayer. I'm not really good at bios, so if you wanna know something just ask.
Offsite contacts:
- Roleplay.me account: YourLocalScumbag
- Skype: jay-breezy07
- Kik Messenger: JCannon85
Offsite contacts:
- Roleplay.me account: YourLocalScumbag
- Skype: jay-breezy07
- Kik Messenger: JCannon85
Most Recent Posts
I'd like to join :D
good evening babies
That looks like a painfully broken wrist
@sakurasan And okay have fun lol
@sakurasan You want the CS in OOC too?
@sakurasan Shoooot you right. Thanks fam.
@Kurai Assassin
The male looked away as the flare was tossed. He stood and listened to the orders given. He backed up, limping a bit still. He forced himself to run. An intense amount of pain shot through his ankle, shooting straight up his leg and ending at his lower back. He hopped up and grabbed the fence with one hand, throwing his body over it with a bit of trouble. After he cleared the fence, he landed on his back and knocked the wind out of himself. He lay there on the ground, tired and panting. He still didn't feel safe. Would these people rob him? Kill him? Worse? Thoughts flew around his mind.
After another minute of laying there, he sat up and eventually stood, putting little to no pressure on his hurt ankle. He was catching his breath then looked to the girl who threw the flare. He adjusted his utility belt, a few tools visible. "Th-thanks." He said, struggling to speak from fatigue combined with the impact of his back on the ground.
The male looked away as the flare was tossed. He stood and listened to the orders given. He backed up, limping a bit still. He forced himself to run. An intense amount of pain shot through his ankle, shooting straight up his leg and ending at his lower back. He hopped up and grabbed the fence with one hand, throwing his body over it with a bit of trouble. After he cleared the fence, he landed on his back and knocked the wind out of himself. He lay there on the ground, tired and panting. He still didn't feel safe. Would these people rob him? Kill him? Worse? Thoughts flew around his mind.
After another minute of laying there, he sat up and eventually stood, putting little to no pressure on his hurt ankle. He was catching his breath then looked to the girl who threw the flare. He adjusted his utility belt, a few tools visible. "Th-thanks." He said, struggling to speak from fatigue combined with the impact of his back on the ground.
@sakurasan Oh oh one question though. Can I skip the bio for later? I'm not really sure how that'll go. Yet.
@sakurasan Damn I was gonna make a douchey bully character too lmao
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