Creen is sitting in a car, flipping over pages in his book as his left-hand holds what appears to be a smooth metal ball. He throws it up and down, catching it as he reads.
A young man, a first year it seems, walks into the car carrying a half asleep ragdoll cat, "Um, hello. Do you mind if I sit here?"
Creen looks up and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course." He smiles brightly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
Creen grins "What year are you? Better yet, what house are you? You don't look like you got one yet, you must be a first year then huh?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
Creen grins "What year are you? Better yet, what house are you? You don't look like you got one yet, you must be a first year then huh?"
He nods nervously. "yeah Im new here...."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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*wassup*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Creen looks up and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course." He smiles brightly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*For everyone :) *
The train soon stops at the station. It is a warm night as the students file out of the train. Yelling with happiness and pushing towards the carriages.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Creen looks out the windows and smiles "Here we are.." He stands up and cracks his neck.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Hi Theren)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*hey!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
A tall, skinny, blonde haired kid with glasses that have clear frames and bright blue eyes accidentally bumps into him. "S-sorry." he squeaks out
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*decent*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Professor Carinna is directing students to where they are meant to go.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
(good to hear)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The kid is about 5'10". "Do you know where I'm supposed to go? I'm n-new here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(back to working on a character ig)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Creen nods and brushes his black hair behind his ear. "Of course, I would be delighted." He walks outside and covers his hand over his eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The kid follows, fidgeting nervously with a necklace around his neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Creen grins "What year are you? Better yet, what house are you? You don't look like you got one yet, you must be a first year then huh?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(nevermind)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Sophia exits the train, having fallen asleep on the way there.
”Hello? Where do I go? I fell asleep on the train.”
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
He nods nervously. "yeah Im new here...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.