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ToadKing85
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I am longer RickyG; Toad King was something my son called me when he was, like, 3, as a compliment. I was sitting on a stoop between some little toad statues or something, he thought it was cool.
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It's too hot today -_-U
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alright, cleaned out my visitor messages! last one I got was happy birthday wishes, 2 years ago! Let's see what I might get now that I'm surlier and less friendly :P
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I'm surprised I'm not seeing more ideas popping up for rp's... I may be forced to try past ideas of my own, again, which I'm sure will go just GREAT...
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Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can see them, but I bet nobody reads them.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
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If I don't find time tomorrow, than Tuesday I'll be adding a document to the drive
ok, updated to include the fact he slept. no exhaustion!
Breakfast went on without trouble, as did the day.
The occasional glance in his peripheral vision, throughout the day, also produced the usual. Locals, now and then, had warmed up to him since he moved in, if only slightly. Now they failed to be discreet as they whispered about him, but only when they thought he wouldn't notice.
His midday sleep was, thankfully, undisturbed.
At one point he met eyes with the mayor- an older man, well dressed, and looked like he smelled something offensive whenever he saw Allyn. He feigned polite disinterest when Allyn first came to Autumn Island, the stink-face, if he had to speculate, didn't start until he realized Allyn wasn't going anywhere.
Here and there, in the pale reflection of windows, picture frames, etc., he caught what seemed to be a woman, in a white dress- never clear, he couldn't make out any details. Sometimes it looked like she was trying to speak, but he never heard anything, one time she even reached from behind as if to put a hand on him-
But she was never there when he turned.
The only thing he could ever clearly make out was long, dark hair, with a shock of white that matched the dress.
Another day, come and gone, and Allyn had received the directions. The bus driver looked at him like he was growing a second head, but stopped where he was asked. At that hour, Allyn was the only passenger, on the final run for the day.
A mist had risen in the area, somewhere in the middle of the more heavily wooded parts of The Homestead, visible only in the headlights of the bus, a flashlight/lantern, and the light of the moon. 100 feet from the side of the road, the tree line opened into a foot trail, so deep in the wood one couldn't see the clearing he was looking for...
The occasional glance in his peripheral vision, throughout the day, also produced the usual. Locals, now and then, had warmed up to him since he moved in, if only slightly. Now they failed to be discreet as they whispered about him, but only when they thought he wouldn't notice.
His midday sleep was, thankfully, undisturbed.
At one point he met eyes with the mayor- an older man, well dressed, and looked like he smelled something offensive whenever he saw Allyn. He feigned polite disinterest when Allyn first came to Autumn Island, the stink-face, if he had to speculate, didn't start until he realized Allyn wasn't going anywhere.
Here and there, in the pale reflection of windows, picture frames, etc., he caught what seemed to be a woman, in a white dress- never clear, he couldn't make out any details. Sometimes it looked like she was trying to speak, but he never heard anything, one time she even reached from behind as if to put a hand on him-
But she was never there when he turned.
The only thing he could ever clearly make out was long, dark hair, with a shock of white that matched the dress.
Another day, come and gone, and Allyn had received the directions. The bus driver looked at him like he was growing a second head, but stopped where he was asked. At that hour, Allyn was the only passenger, on the final run for the day.
A mist had risen in the area, somewhere in the middle of the more heavily wooded parts of The Homestead, visible only in the headlights of the bus, a flashlight/lantern, and the light of the moon. 100 feet from the side of the road, the tree line opened into a foot trail, so deep in the wood one couldn't see the clearing he was looking for...
I forget, had Allyn been up all night, or was he just getting up in your opening post? If the latter, will he sleep at some point, and does he work a day job?
I'll make edits to my post as necessary, depending on your answers.
I'll make edits to my post as necessary, depending on your answers.
Do you want me to write something up with Allyn getting to the cemetery, or would you prefer to handle that part?
I'm home all evening, I'll get a post up for that, no worries.
The waiter just looked at him cock-eyed, "I guess, whoever the heck that might be. I wouldn't know."
He moved on abruptly, putting on a smile for other customers coming in.
He moved on abruptly, putting on a smile for other customers coming in.
((success))
The waiter hesitated, "I mean... Yeah, why? You're not thinking about going there, are you? Nobody goes there..."
The waiter hesitated, "I mean... Yeah, why? You're not thinking about going there, are you? Nobody goes there..."
Ok, I'll be posting IC again either tonight or tomorrow.
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