04-03-2018, 07:03 PM
“[color=#d4af37]Sinister? You don’t seem that bad! Oh but you look bad, honey, what happened?” Georgie, lured by the sharp tang of blood in the air followed by a joiner’s cry, stepped close with worry pooling in her eyes as she looked him over. The serval puffed her cheeks out and let the air stream from her lips so they could slowly deflate - a casual tic for when she was deep in thought. He seemed rather calm for an injured boy. I’m joining instead of Heavens, I’ve been assaulted, send help. “[color=#d4af37]You must be very brave.” She stated in a voice thick with admiration “[color=#d4af37]We’d better get you looked at.” She didn’t seem to be able to stop staring at the blood.
“[color=#d4af37]Oh! Welcome to the Typhoon! Welcome home.”
“[color=#d4af37]Oh! Welcome to the Typhoon! Welcome home.”
[align=center][color=white][b]WE ALL HAVE DREAMS WE FORGET
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE