Welcome to Perfect Phantasm. We are an original horror / fantasy role play set in a town named Westborough. There are all sorts of character opportunities, and we do have a small canon list should you want help with character ideas. Make sure to read the plot and other important threads before joining; if you have questions feel free to ask in the chat or our guest friendly areas.
Post by Jericho Cross Hunter on May 27, 2014 20:20:00 GMT -6
Jericho had already stuffed the first hog dog in his mouth before he paid the grand total at the food stand. What could he say, it was taking a long time to get the food wrung up. And he was hungry and needed to desperately get the nasty taste out of his mouth of liquid needed on a full moon night. The liquid that Libby brewed up for him and Jonsey was still present in his mouth and had a strong licorice-medicine taste which could make a grown man, well werewolf, cry. It helped him to ease the temptation of going full blown, steroid buff, werewolf crazy. He needed more of a distraction than that of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Right now he looked like a crazed food addict. He was after all paying for a hefty order of food for him and his brothers and the gorgeous St. Rose sisters.
Libby- Large Diet Coke, Small Popcorn, and Candy Apple Dara- Bottled Water, Pickle, and Chocolate Jones- Large regular coke, three hot dogs, and two pretzels And himself- Large diet coke (what...he did have to watch his figure), three hot dogs, and a pickle
The cashier finally finished ringing up the order. "That'll be $56 dollars please." Jericho stopped chewing and had he not had a mouth full of hot dog, he would have whistled. The things they do to not run wild.
