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-25th Bullet-
Sep. 27th, 2011 03:11 am[It's really late at night... or really early in the morning! Either way, Hol Horse has taken to leaving the house as some insane hour. He did his best to retain a cool attitude over the whole zombie mess when he was talked to... but he could only fake it for so long. He took a walk to the park... without the horse.
The place seemed to be well enough deserted... he seemed calm and collected on the outside. Inside his mind was racing. There was plenty of pent up rage as well, which had been suppressed time and time again. It was only during events when he cracked... he hated this place.
Eventually he came to a stop in front of a rather large tree. Lowering his head, he decided that this was a good as time as any to get rid of that anger. Though in the end, he'd only be further mad at himself later. He threw an all out punch to the tree... and continued to do this for some time.]
The place seemed to be well enough deserted... he seemed calm and collected on the outside. Inside his mind was racing. There was plenty of pent up rage as well, which had been suppressed time and time again. It was only during events when he cracked... he hated this place.
Eventually he came to a stop in front of a rather large tree. Lowering his head, he decided that this was a good as time as any to get rid of that anger. Though in the end, he'd only be further mad at himself later. He threw an all out punch to the tree... and continued to do this for some time.]
