The death of a thespianDominick stared the man down, brown eyes watching as his attacker lifted the gun, aiming at the young man's chest. "Do I get any last words?" The teenager asked with a small, cocky smirk.The death of a thespian by RandomNess14
"There are no such things as 'last words' around here." The gunman muttered, pulling the trigger back. Dominick screamed, falling to his knees while clutching his chest. "B-bastard..." He growled between his teeth.
Taking in a ragged breath, the brown haired boy attempted to stagger to his feet, gritting his teeth. "You...you can't, ah, keep me down f-for too long." He stuttered out, keeping a hand placed to his chest. "Not...even with a bullet."
"How about two bullets then?" The gunman questioned, green eyes gleaming as he pulled the hammer of the black gun back then fired once again.
"Fuck!" Dropping down again, Dominick clutched at his stomach, watching the red liquid seep through. There was no way anyone could survive a wound like that. "Damn...it..." He breathed, before he began to dry heave.
So you wanna know about me: Joshua LenHello fellow followers and other random beings from the information superhighway that are lurking me! You you won't be reading any of this. I forgot I was doing this for "real" peopleSo you wanna know about me: Joshua Len by OddlyLeena
So, I will write this because I have no other choice and will erase it as soon as I know is no longer needed. Don't want certain people to find this So I will follow this list I was given and that's all!
Ok, lets begin.
My name is Joshua Len. People call me nerd, dork, stupid, smartass and other "very well thought" names. Is not that often anymore tho My friends call me Josh, and my brother calls me whatever is on his mind that sounds slightly related to my name.
I'm 25 but everybody thinks I'm 18 or so. I don't care looking younger, I'm quite childish anyway. But it also makes me look well not that masculine or so to speak Which I hate. Really really really really hate. But moving on.
My birthday is January 15th,
HandsHe had always hated his hands. So long and slim, so feminine. He examined his hands a little longer noticing how his knuckles stood out, how the little wrinkles over the joints disappeared each time he closed it. His nails He definitely liked his nails black Turning his hand around, he looked at all the lines on his palm.Hands by OddlyLeena
Glancing down he noticed his hands. Not even thinking about it twice, he put his own hand next to his to compare them. How narrow it seemed. It was obviously larger, but slender than the other one.
He liked his hands. They were wider but not fat, and his knuckles seemed to stand out a lot more than his own. He took the other hand on his, softly brushing the knuckles with his thumb. There were some popped up veins there making it look strong. He liked that.
Turning it around, he noticed that all the lines on the palm where so different from his own. He couldn't help but trace those lines wi