It was a cold afternoon, the wind was almost strong enough to knock you off your feet, and send you tumbling back down the jagged road. If that wasn't enough to convince someone within their right mind to stay inside I don't think anything would. The alleyway-like streets, were covered in garbage, the wind having tossed it around in a motion like that of a washing machine, twisting it every which way as the trash made tiny tornadoes; you were sure to be greeted by an old sandwich wrap or something potentially grotesque.

A place to shove all of my OC's for safe keeping. You can PM me if you wanna RP with any of my OC's

Want random, crazy and mixed up adventures? I have it all here! Hope you enjoy. And welcome to The Squad™ -[Name] Ochoa