not danny trejo 【нarrιѕon wellѕ】 (
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Entry tags:
- dangan ronpa: mikan tsumiki,
- estancia: kay,
- legends of tomorrow: ray palmer,
- life is strange: chloe price,
- teen wolf: lydia martin,
- the flash: barry allen,
- the flash: caitlin snow,
- the flash: harrison wells,
- the flash: iris west,
- the originals: freya mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: camille o'connell,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- undertale: sans,
- zombies run: simon lauchlan
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[ Some people, when they first come to a brand new place, like to introduce themselves. They maybe get to know people, socialize and make friends or at least make nice with those who have been around longer — you know, that sort of thing.
And then there's this guy. ]
Tell me you have a clinic here.
Or a bar.
I'm not picky at the moment.
[ There's a newcomer wandering the halls of the mansion today, the brim of his baseball cap tipped low, body language cagey at best. He's doing his best to keep his head down and his hands firmly in his coat pockets — except for when he's got his device out and is tapping out messages to post to the network rapidly. It isn't long before he comes to a stop at the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor, lifting a hand to rub at his temple idly as he lowers himself down to sit for a moment.
He seems tired — exasperated, almost, but run down more than anything else. And if he happens to bear a resemblence to another recent arrival, well. That's probably entirely coincidental. Probably. ]
And then there's this guy. ]
Tell me you have a clinic here.
Or a bar.
I'm not picky at the moment.
[ There's a newcomer wandering the halls of the mansion today, the brim of his baseball cap tipped low, body language cagey at best. He's doing his best to keep his head down and his hands firmly in his coat pockets — except for when he's got his device out and is tapping out messages to post to the network rapidly. It isn't long before he comes to a stop at the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor, lifting a hand to rub at his temple idly as he lowers himself down to sit for a moment.
He seems tired — exasperated, almost, but run down more than anything else. And if he happens to bear a resemblence to another recent arrival, well. That's probably entirely coincidental. Probably. ]
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Bar's on the fifth floor.
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[She's probably sitting in it right now. >.>]
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Places like that are difficult to find
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