Jack stopped his beat up car outside of the large house in the swanky part of town. He was a pool cleaner, and he had to say he loved his job. He went to the back of his car grabbing the collapsed equipment out of the trunk. He was able to hold it all in jus one hand and with his other he ran a hand through his short brown hair, wipeing away the thin sheen of sweat that had accumulated there. He looked up at the cloudless sky, the sun beat down on him, his skin tanned and his body muscled. Jack began his walk across the street.
He walked up the concrete pathway to the front door, boy what a rich person to have house like this, he thought to himself as he approached the mansion. Once he had arrived at the door he waited a moment pausing to look at their porch before he firmly knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door.
(I know this is most likely the most cliché thing ever, but hey, I haven't seen a role play like this before.)
He walked up the concrete pathway to the front door, boy what a rich person to have house like this, he thought to himself as he approached the mansion. Once he had arrived at the door he waited a moment pausing to look at their porch before he firmly knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door.
(I know this is most likely the most cliché thing ever, but hey, I haven't seen a role play like this before.)
