Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26208189-20150512100959

Sammy shrugged and brought his sleeve back down, "It's like saying when you're already familiar with your worst enemy, it can't hurt you anymore."

"It's a constant reminder of everything that will take us away." Sammy said, "Jane's got her hook. You and the paper girl got dancing. I got these wicked little things."

Also, though Sammy wouldn't dare admit it, the stitch marks reminded him of the father he had never met. They were endearing in the way they were terrifying. Sammy had always wanted to meet his dad, but the story and his father's fatehad made Sammy think otherwise.

Shifted from his thoughts, Sammy spoke aloud, "What kind of move did my dad have to do to land him such a death sentence?"