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mascu entered the lodge, shadowing the doorway briefly. worn-out canvas shoes carry him across the lodge floor as he stops in front of a couch. he resumes to sit, feet propped up on the table in front of him. yes, he was new. and no, he wasn't putting up with bullshit. Andromeda wasn't that sort of guy. he knew when to shut up, he knew about being honest, bluntly if the time called for it. black shirt and black shorts hung off his frame as he rummaged around for his CD player. returning triumph from his mess he called his suitcase, he placed the headphones on his ears and blasted Linkin Park from it's speakers. this music was his life. next to the chair sat his guitar case. he lived for his music. his band had died back home, reclaiming him some fame. he had hardly been outside of his mate's garage from their practices. he had practically lived at their house for years, seeing as how his parents were dead. but that was in the past. he was here to start a future, possibly with music, if the time called for it. he sat back, resting his eyes. it had been a long day. [ooc: Carmen] [aim: sporkqueen07] [msn: LPgothbaby07@hotmail.com] |
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