JustaShell
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OOC: Well, pretty simple here. Two people meet on a train and continue to see each other on their way to and from work. As for the rest, use your imagination.
Name: Keaton West
Age: 23
Appearance: Like so.
Keaton works as an intern in a gaming journalism company, hoping to move up the ladder and get his own place in the magazine. Doesn't pay much attention to his social life, preferring to keep to himself.
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Blaring. High-pitched blaring. That was all that Keaton's mind could register from the outside world. It slowly dragged him out of his realm of oblivion and into consciousness.
Keaton's mind finally started working and realized that it was his clock/radio alarm that was making that damned noise. He rolled over and fumbled around with the buttons until he found the right one, switching the alarm off. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, yawning and stretching his arms. Glancing out the window, he blinked at the light and rubbed his eyes. Just another sunny day with a few clouds. Same as usual.
Finally, Keaton got up and went about dressing and grooming. Soon he was out of the house, walking down the street toward the nearby train station. It was a long commute to his workplace downtown and he didn't have nearly enough money to have a car.
Keaton was about five feet and ten inches, not muscular but toned. His dusty brown hair was long compared to most men, falling past his eyes and down to the base of his neck. He wore small wire-frame glasses that rested low on his nose, making him look more intelligent than he actually was. He didn't carry himself in a slouching manner, but it didn't take long to know that he was very laid back.
He made it to the station, about ten minutes before his train was due to arrive. Taking a seat at a bench, he let his mind wander to the woman he had met yesterday. She was rather attractive, and a great conversationalist to boot. A pity he had neglected to get her name. Chances were slim that he would meet her again. He glanced up to notice that the train had just pulled in. He stood up and hurriedly walked on board, standing and holding onto a nearby bar. There were a few open seats, but he preferred to stand, lest he fell asleep in his seat and missed his stops. It was a sort of phobia for him.
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OOC: Alright, I need someone to play <insert name of woman Keaton meets here>. Just jump in if you're interested.
Name: Keaton West
Age: 23
Appearance: Like so.
Keaton works as an intern in a gaming journalism company, hoping to move up the ladder and get his own place in the magazine. Doesn't pay much attention to his social life, preferring to keep to himself.
________________________________________________
Blaring. High-pitched blaring. That was all that Keaton's mind could register from the outside world. It slowly dragged him out of his realm of oblivion and into consciousness.
Keaton's mind finally started working and realized that it was his clock/radio alarm that was making that damned noise. He rolled over and fumbled around with the buttons until he found the right one, switching the alarm off. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, yawning and stretching his arms. Glancing out the window, he blinked at the light and rubbed his eyes. Just another sunny day with a few clouds. Same as usual.
Finally, Keaton got up and went about dressing and grooming. Soon he was out of the house, walking down the street toward the nearby train station. It was a long commute to his workplace downtown and he didn't have nearly enough money to have a car.
Keaton was about five feet and ten inches, not muscular but toned. His dusty brown hair was long compared to most men, falling past his eyes and down to the base of his neck. He wore small wire-frame glasses that rested low on his nose, making him look more intelligent than he actually was. He didn't carry himself in a slouching manner, but it didn't take long to know that he was very laid back.
He made it to the station, about ten minutes before his train was due to arrive. Taking a seat at a bench, he let his mind wander to the woman he had met yesterday. She was rather attractive, and a great conversationalist to boot. A pity he had neglected to get her name. Chances were slim that he would meet her again. He glanced up to notice that the train had just pulled in. He stood up and hurriedly walked on board, standing and holding onto a nearby bar. There were a few open seats, but he preferred to stand, lest he fell asleep in his seat and missed his stops. It was a sort of phobia for him.
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OOC: Alright, I need someone to play <insert name of woman Keaton meets here>. Just jump in if you're interested.
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