*is playing in the warehouse with a sword he has found laying around, slicing invisible people, dodging imaginary hits and arrows, his face
is in front of the villa, exhausted and at his physical limits, his hands shaking bad though he is smiling, looking at something that
OOC: "Ah, good old Subject 16. He repainted my room you know...WITH HIS BLOOD" -Desmond
standing in the middle of a small river, watching the moon.
((Hello, I fail playing at AC2 plurk of the day))
((HAHA, SCREW MY PLANS))
*watches Desmond sleep*
((....How am I awake =A= ))
