Orphans

OOC: oke first, this story takes place a few years назад when gunfire was still imprisond in Ahrkam.


Twan sat on the tabel in the mess whit Harrley and Joker.
Is evryting redy? he ask looking at his mentor a bit worryd.
Joker opend his mout to sai somting bu harley was faster.
Dant worry kiddo, it will work. She сказал(-а) whit a reasuring smile, twan realaxed a bit.
Oke than when are we gaoing to set it of.
Tomorow at this time. Joker said.

Lunce is over back to your celles! A guard yelld, the door of the mess opend and they were let back to theyre cells, Joker Harley and Twan smiled shortly to eithsother...

Brendan stood in the dark, much of his body was covered from the shadows. His brown eyes illuminated the darkness of the hideouts the Seals were currently sealed in. The sound of footsteps intruded his ears and the smell of whiskey form the soldiers, the old room was dust and muggy and it was starting to give him a headache. Brendan cocked his gun and pushed open the door and into the blinding sunlight. Sand swirled up from the baron land. Brendan coughed and waved away the dust he heard the shouting of Arabians from not far away.
"Great." He muttered and coughed gently, walking down the dirt...

Pandora, Pandora Hold on to you're Box

Open the lid and the Gods will be cross

The blood will flood out and the Scars that won't heal

Keep in you're dark secrets and the rest will yeald

Sniker Snaker the vorpal Blade goes

Wherever it goes , Alice will follow

Just one of the souls which Ты posses

Pandora, don't say Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori

As that is a different part to you're story

But truely it's meaning has been Changed

You killed people then and you're mind is still diranged

So be draged back to the land of white

And snuggle up in a Straight-Jacket nice and tight

Be forced into Darkness...