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Sample Entry:
[He’s been looking at the phone for a while before he decides to use it. How things like this work isn’t strange to him, but he’s spent a long time keeping mostly to himself. Is this even how things are done, now? He doesn’t know, but if he’s going to get anywhere in this place he has to give it a try]
My name is Aleksander, and I—hm…
[Years of being near-mute have certainly made him awkward]
If there is anybody here who can explain to me the nature of this place I would be grateful to hear it.
[Yes, that would do]
Action:
[Anyone in the park that day will find a pale young man with light blonde hair and violet eyes gazing intently at the ground as he sits at the base of the mayor’s statue, his lips are moving as he talks to himself, and if you can get close enough without disturbing him, you’ll hear what he’s saying]
--hadn’t been for me he might have gone insane… and now what is he doing without me?
[He picks a small stone from the ground and flicks it out in front of him. His words cover a far more personal concern. Aleksander has not been truly alone for many years and now the person who had always been closest to him was being made conspicuous by his absence. He would describe it as having lived next to a busy road for most of his life, and then having suddenly been uprooted and moved to the country.
Re: PENDING
[[ ^ nevermind that 8| I hope this is better! ]]
Sample Entry:
[He’s been looking at the phone for a while before he decides to use it. How things like this work isn’t strange to him, but he’s spent a long time keeping mostly to himself. Is this even how things are done, now? He doesn’t know, but if he’s going to get anywhere in this place he has to give it a try]
My name is Aleksander, and I—hm…
[Years of being near-mute have certainly made him awkward]
If there is anybody here who can explain to me the nature of this place I would be grateful to hear it.
[Yes, that would do]
Action:
[Anyone in the park that day will find a pale young man with light blonde hair and violet eyes gazing intently at the ground as he sits at the base of the mayor’s statue, his lips are moving as he talks to himself, and if you can get close enough without disturbing him, you’ll hear what he’s saying]
--hadn’t been for me he might have gone insane… and now what is he doing without me?
[He picks a small stone from the ground and flicks it out in front of him. His words cover a far more personal concern. Aleksander has not been truly alone for many years and now the person who had always been closest to him was being made conspicuous by his absence. He would describe it as having lived next to a busy road for most of his life, and then having suddenly been uprooted and moved to the country.
Silence is keeping him awake]