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Tattoo
Jun 19, 2012 23:26:34 GMT -5
Post by Katniss on Jun 19, 2012 23:26:34 GMT -5
Evra sat on a bench in central park. His jacket not only blocked the cool fall wind, but it also helped hide his scales. No one like snakes. Let alone a boy with skin like a snakes. He sighed and watched leaves fall off a tree. How did he get here? He was at cirque du freak when he went to bed, and when he woke up her was here. It made no sense. A few people walked by him but no one really paid attention to him thank god. Last thing he needed was people commenting on his scaley green skin.
((open for anyone!))
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Tattoo
Jun 20, 2012 8:04:01 GMT -5
Post by Eragon on Jun 20, 2012 8:04:01 GMT -5
Eragon saw a guy sitting on a bench who looked as lost as he felt. "Hey." He said and walked over. New York was far too noisy for his sensitive elf ears. He'd used a spell to make things seem quieter after awhile, but it was still to much. The largest city he had ever been to was the dwarven capital of Farthen Dur, but there weren't ....what where they called? Automobiles there. That's right. Fang had told him.
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Tattoo
Jun 20, 2012 10:45:17 GMT -5
Post by Katniss on Jun 20, 2012 10:45:17 GMT -5
"hi." Evra said looking at the guy. Did people always randomly just walk up to other people? He wasn't quite sure. The only life he ever really knew was life in the circus. He never really talked to normal people.
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