Felix is on the radio, singing his usual unhappy music.
"I see now, I see now What I've lost control of It crumbles, it crumbles Any answer I could throw up Lost count of the days that fly, It's hard on me, getting sleep, getting by (ha) I laugh away the pain as I smile wide But if I say what's on my mind You'd be too busy diagnosing to hear me cry, hah Stop preaching like you know what is right It's all blurry lines, so I'll do as I like And I don't care if it's sickening, This face is the really real me I'm done denying it, I don't want to hide away..."
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Felix is on the radio, singing his usual unhappy music.
"I see now, I see now What I've lost control of It crumbles, it crumbles Any answer I could throw up Lost count of the days that fly, It's hard on me, getting sleep, getting by (ha) I laugh away the pain as I smile wide But if I say what's on my mind You'd be too busy diagnosing to hear me cry, hah Stop preaching like you know what is right It's all blurry lines, so I'll do as I like And I don't care if it's sickening, This face is the really real me I'm done denying it, I don't want to hide away..."
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
Felix continues his song.
"I want to know the real you, so Let's go someplace with moral lines erased Cuz if I stay here, at this rate, I'll go insane This city's starving me and all of my dreams..."
After a while, the song ends, and Felix announces that he's a bit tired and that the usual host will be taking over for the rest of the day. Felix is heading for the tavern.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Felix is on the radio, singing his usual unhappy music.
"I see now, I see now What I've lost control of It crumbles, it crumbles Any answer I could throw up Lost count of the days that fly, It's hard on me, getting sleep, getting by (ha) I laugh away the pain as I smile wide But if I say what's on my mind You'd be too busy diagnosing to hear me cry, hah Stop preaching like you know what is right It's all blurry lines, so I'll do as I like And I don't care if it's sickening, This face is the really real me I'm done denying it, I don't want to hide away..."
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
Felix continues his song.
"I want to know the real you, so Let's go someplace with moral lines erased Cuz if I stay here, at this rate, I'll go insane This city's starving me and all of my dreams..."
After a while, the song ends, and Felix announces that he's a bit tired and that the usual host will be taking over for the rest of the day. Felix is heading for the tavern.
This song is making Sparrow feel emotions, and he is getting very much overwhelmed by it. Once the song is over, he's full on silently crying and drinking. He hears that Felix is headed that way and orders him something light.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Luciano looks over and smiles, waving "Hello my child, how art thou?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Thanks, I picked it myself." She chuckles a bit. "It started out as a sort of pseudonym- didn't want to say my 'real' name on live radio- but it stuck."
"Oh, you do a radio show. that sounds fun" he smiles
"Yep, TRAUMA-FM. Broadcasts most hours of the day. I co-host with a friend of mine." They think back to some fond memory. "What do you do to pass the time?"
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Luciano looks over and smiles, waving "Hello my child, how art thou?"
(so come on down and try some corn or we will sacrifice your newborn)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*I will abuse you with some horse corn.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(what does that even mean)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*(Sprints in from the distance) Did someone say corn?!*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*cOmE hErE.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I have an ear of horse corn :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Sparrow is bumping it on the radio, and he's got a little bit of a tear in his eyes. It's really hitting him, though he's doing his absolute best to hide it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(slowly backs away)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*That sounds delicious, I love corn.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix continues his song.
"I want to know the real you, so
Let's go someplace with moral lines erased
Cuz if I stay here, at this rate, I'll go insane
This city's starving me and all of my dreams..."
After a while, the song ends, and Felix announces that he's a bit tired and that the usual host will be taking over for the rest of the day. Felix is heading for the tavern.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
William is sitting on the loading docks at the restaurant, having just finished his shift. His black chef's jacket sits next to him, neatly folded. He scratches his stubble, making a mental list of things he has to do tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. He is just starting on a Christmas list of acquaintances, this being the first Christmas he is actually observing instead of working through it. He sighs and runs a hand through his mock-hawk, tired from just thinking about it.
Home is wandering around the Guilt House, trying to ignore the TV as it blares what sounds like a tornado siren. He has a headache and it is making him beyond annoyed and grumpy. He has tried unplugging it, breaking it, and much more but it doesn't stop.
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Vessel slinks towards the temple trying to avoid the snow
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
This song is making Sparrow feel emotions, and he is getting very much overwhelmed by it. Once the song is over, he's full on silently crying and drinking. He hears that Felix is headed that way and orders him something light.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Luciano looks over and smiles, waving "Hello my child, how art thou?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*oooo, fun*
"I practice magic or walk around town"
Vessel's fur is all puffed out. "freezing!"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*WHERES YOUR CORN GOD NOW TOD HOWARD?*
*I get to go to Walmart today! I haven't been actually out to do something for a long while!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.