The Proper Role-Play

I lean up against a wall and wipe my brow and splash some water on my face.
"So what do you want anyways Alekandre." I scoffed, while running my hand back through my rough hair.
 
I come upstairs and into the main room (human form... It's dawn), and sit down on the couch.
“So what's happening?” I ask, with a mouthful of some sort of chocolate.
 
Marcus realizes he's dead.... Again! Ah crap stupid werewolves I hope someone reads my message on the wall.Stupid alekandre trying to kill me when I'm trying to change. Is there anyway im gonna get out of here?
 
NO OOC. ONLY I CAN OOC TO CORRECT SOMETHING. TAKE THAT **** TO THE WALLS AND IRON I UNBLOCKED YOU.


“Who's the man?” I whisper.
 
"I don't know... It hard to see very well. He has black hair.... He's wearing... What looks like a black cloak.... And he's holding something..." I look as though I'm straining to see
 
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