Staring Through the Eyes of the Diapered
~~ An open roleplay ~~
NOTE: You may not drop in with you character just at any time. If there is an intense scene going on at the moment then PM me about you wanting to join and I'd be more than happy to tell you when to drop in.
NAME: Daemon Bonfiglioli
AGE: 19
This party fucking sucks, thought Daemon. If it were his choice, there would be beer flowing and Cannibal Corpse blasting on the speakers. The DJ was playing some lame-ass pump-up hit single. There wasn't even any alcohol! Coca-Cola will do... I guess... at least it isn't Diet! Daemon sat down at a table, slouched over, apathetic, gnawing on his slice of pepperoni pizza while the rest of the gang was having the time of their lives dancing their hearts out. He forced out a chuckle as to why he was even invited in the first place. He finally got up and walked over to the mass of people...
