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richhaysrpg ([info]richhaysrpg) wrote in [info]inpoormerit,
Rich shook his head. “I wasn’t really paying attention in my room. My head feels like it’s ready to fall off. I don’t know…” he trailed off.

He looked at the young woman, she was taller than him, but that didn’t say much for he stood only 5’7”.

“Prison?” he shrieked. “But this is a beautiful island,” he said looking around. “Kidnapped? Why me? All I’m good at is being a mechanic and getting knackered on the weekends.”

Well, he was being honest.

“Oh, I’m Rich, Rich Hays, London. Does sound like a bit of a mix.”

He thought over what Belled had said. “Wolves? You said there are wolves in the woods? What for?”

He was already starting not to like this place. He sighed for a moment, thinking, then that hurt.

“Where are you off to?” he asked. Maybe something productive would give him something better.



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