Roleplay:Main Forum/General/McQ N James (Scott and Amy)

Scott: ''Today, camp seemed silent. The lush grass swayed softly in the wind, the sun blooming from the sky as it peered through several clouds, and the air was fresh and crisp with a tame scent of salt driving its way from the ocean. However, the silence did not remain for long, as a small voice could be heard rippling its way through the area. This voice was not simply mumbling or chatting; it was singing. The singing voice was quite loud, though also young-sounding, with a distinct accent that could only belong to someone from the Scottish highlands. That young voice was none other than Scott MacDiarmid. Scott, donned in his raggy brown jacket, with tan shorts that ended just at his kneecaps, and a clean white t-shirt, was marching his way around camp. He had his trusty bronze claymore strapped to his back, ready for any surprise attacks. Scott was just enjoying himself, not giving a care to anyone who might be rather annoyed by his traditional Scots tunes. ''"And the lass came tae me, brandin' my sword, as I swigged my whiskey, cries of the lord!" ''He continues to sing, rather loud and somewhat obnoxious. ''