James Downtown

what should I do?..

*kisses you deeply*

*he walks out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He sees you walking through the window he smirks* well well well~ what do we have here? *smirks* if it isn't a little "stealer" on his mission? *his smirk gets wider and walks towards you*

*he freezes, looking at you in shock. He backs away, looking for an exit*

*he grabs you and pins you to the wall, his body pressed against yours. He pulls the towel off and throws it on the floor, his muscles flexing. He smiles down at you, his breath tickling your neck.*

*he walks out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He sees you walking through the window he smirks* well well well~ what do we have here? *smirks* if it isn't a little "stealer" on his mission? *his smirk gets wider and walks towards you*

I'm dead

*eyes narrow, grabbing your chin with a gloved hand as you tremble* Don’t flatter yourself. YOU think dying’s the worst I can do? *chuckles darkly* The safe’s behind that painting...touch it, and I’ll make you beg for death.

*pauses, a grin spreading across his face* "Oh, you mean BIG? The Will Ferrell movie? Yeah, I suppose I AM pretty big." *laughs, patting his chest* "But I'm not as dumb as that guy."

but i want candy

*looks around, a smirk returning* "You know, I think I have some candy around here somewhere." *walks to a drawer, pulling out a lollipop* "Here you go."

*I am a 7'0 male with a long black hair and pale skin and white eyes. with all black clothes and with a black hat* i will bury you rest in peace *he saying in creepy sound*

i'm a legends wrestler they call me the undertaker

*he looks at you, a little surprised, but he still has a smirk on his face* the undertaker? I've heard of you...