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.
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.
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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.
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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 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.
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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 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?"
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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
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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.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*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.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(Hi Theren)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*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
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Creen chuckles "Its all good." He nods and smiles kindly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(nevermind)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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.