A man walked along the dirt path as the wind blew gently past the lean built body of his. The orange hair of his danced along the rhythm of the wind gust, the black jacket with white trimmings hung loose on the man’s shoulder doing the same. The purplish shaded sunglasses of the man’s covered the color of the man’s pupils, making it one of the mysteries of him. The adult, also known as Crocodile mainly by those who made contact with him before, stepped his feet on the path leading nowhere but Spooky Forest. Famous for its creepiness, Spooky Forest was surely one of the places that would send one the chills down the spine, its name itself indicating the unpredictable possibilities the moment one sets his or her foot inside.
Crocodile took out a cigar from his pocket, starting to smoke on it after being lit. He took relaxed, calm breathes, no signs of nervousness coming from his face, his pace and neither his body composure. They were all very nicely kept up with, the man somehow seemed graceful in his steps. Crocodile sighed, having needing to walk a long walk towards this forest. Needless to say, this man was, of course, headed towards the forest for a job. What else could be the reason? The only thing Crocodile would be interested in doing in his days would be jobs, loafing and hanging around not his thing. The man eventually set foot in front of the Spooky Forest’s entrance, the rusty gate surrounding it the only thing preventing the wild vines and tall grasses from growing outside of the compound. The place seemed like it was going to be torn apart, and other than that, everything looked like there was nothing wrong.. yet.
Crocodile took out a cigar from his pocket, starting to smoke on it after being lit. He took relaxed, calm breathes, no signs of nervousness coming from his face, his pace and neither his body composure. They were all very nicely kept up with, the man somehow seemed graceful in his steps. Crocodile sighed, having needing to walk a long walk towards this forest. Needless to say, this man was, of course, headed towards the forest for a job. What else could be the reason? The only thing Crocodile would be interested in doing in his days would be jobs, loafing and hanging around not his thing. The man eventually set foot in front of the Spooky Forest’s entrance, the rusty gate surrounding it the only thing preventing the wild vines and tall grasses from growing outside of the compound. The place seemed like it was going to be torn apart, and other than that, everything looked like there was nothing wrong.. yet.
