*Stimming = mentally ill loner WITH A SOCIETY THAT ABANDONS-*
"I shouldn't expect so! I'd be seeing a lot more acid burns if that were the case!" He giggles with the emotional sensitivity of a rock. "My adventures aren't always terrible! That's just what most of my repeat clientele desires! And, if you haven't noticed, I am my longest-lasting client!"
"You do it to yourself?" He asked, her tone laced with concern again.
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
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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.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
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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.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
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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.
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
Xan sighs and takes another drag. "You are relying on something to keep you moving, to keep you so you don't end up back in that hell of your own mind.. I know what that is like. Drugs are a vice of mine... But for you its different. You have to have that engine run or you will become worse and worse mentally. You'll become a shell, a miserable shell." He leans down and picks him up, hugging him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
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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.
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
*Neil: Whattt noooo*
"Mmm, lead the way."
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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.
Xan eyebrows furrow and he boops their nose again "No. Thats bad. It's one thing to do it to others but to do it to yourself is clearly affecting your mental health." He spoke, his eyes glinting in worry.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Xan stares at them, a smile spreading to his face as he looks at them fondly. "Thank you dear." He purrs and kisses their cheek.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Armaros turns red with glee. "I'm glad you like them! And I was wondering if you were busy this evening?"
Xan chuckles "I don't think so. I have to work for a few more hours. Why? Whats up?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan sighs and takes another drag. "You are relying on something to keep you moving, to keep you so you don't end up back in that hell of your own mind.. I know what that is like. Drugs are a vice of mine... But for you its different. You have to have that engine run or you will become worse and worse mentally. You'll become a shell, a miserable shell." He leans down and picks him up, hugging him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I would like to invite you out to dinner!"
Xan thinks for a moment before smirking "Deal."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Crack sighs and takes another swig. “Yeah, yeah.”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I was thinking we could go to Ozzie's"
Xan smirks, tilting his head "Sure. As long as I am not paying." he jokes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Neil: Whattt noooo*
"Mmm, lead the way."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well then! I'll see you there tonight~"