Sterling: He sat alone in the corner of the room with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Known as a chain smoker it was surprising is current round was still burning. He played a soft tune one of new creation. He felt stressed for some reason. His earlier in counter with a soul seeking woman had him thinking. He expected the answer to be as it was but i guess something are still not capable of accepting so for ever alone he played. The soft...silent...melody.
(THIS IS NOT A RP STARTER REALLY BUT....i guess i could have fun...)