lamb to a slaughter && joining

[✧ shepherd]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 410px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]never one to back down from a party, once he caught word of a certain casino he knew he had to see for himself. rumors and ghost stories were spoken to him in hushed voices about the place in which it resides yet it was not enough to deter him from going on his adventure. there wasn’t much anyone could do to keep him from changing his mind if it’s already been made up. he wanted to see just who these people really were, and if they actually used the casino for, well, casino purposes. he was lookin’ for a good fight.

a trail of smoke slipped out from the stranger’s parted lips, becoming fainter as it grew higher into the air. a lit cigarette was flicked to the ground and with the toe of his old, ragged boot he would squash the light out. coming upon the hillside entrance he stopped, taking a look at the few people he could see wandering about. the unnamed name crossed his arms across his chest and leaned his shoulder against the wall with a cheeky little grin across his face. he was clad in a black button up paired with a pretty ragged and torn jean jacket, which was covered in pins and patches of long gone bands (some he didn’t even know, he just liked how they looked). his jeans, which were once a darker blue, were noticeably faded in many places, and patches were attached via botched stitching to cover any tears.

truly a man who cared about first impressions.