Oswald
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"I told you that fake Id wouldn't-"
"Ol, Look out!"
A Man on a train bolts awake, the sound of train horns dragging him out of his sleep, shaggy black hair and equally rough face, the sunlight cuts through the crowd of people transferring and blinds him, he groans nursing his head ache by rubbing his head, the whispered chatting of the other come and goers sounding like screams, Our Man stands up offering his seat to a elderly lady a few people give The Man a strange look as he offers her the seat, but the lady doesn't seem to notice, Our Man shrugs it off and cuts in and out of the the crowd, like a current of water, sliding through the cracks to get closer to the door, He peaks over the head of a woman, he takes a long blink as his eyes adjust to the light
"Hawaii? I thought this was meant to be a City?"
A woman next to him chuckles assuming he's joking whispering to him
"Real funny, I wish this was Hawaii"
The Man looks back to the window and blinks a couple more times, the strikingly bright lights fade and dim, showing a grim urban centre, sky scrappers litter the area, oppressive towers of cold steel, watching him where ever he steps, Our Man's mouth goes slack, shocked before he wipes his face letting out a sigh, he turns his head to look at the woman- She's talking to her friends, probably best Our Man was not wanting to talk for this train journey. God he's boring, don't you think, Look at him with his Mop of black hair and Unshaven beard God such pointed features
Our man takes out his wallet looking at the lint that has taken up the spot where he stores his money, he lets out a curse and seals the wallet storing it way, he stumbles to his right bumping into a man with Strange features.
"Shit, sorry"
Someone else gives him a funny look, our man wonders what's so strange, he rubs his face feeling the beard, perhaps it was time he shaved, he turns his head and pretends to rub his nose off on his shoulder, but sniffs and wonders to himself
"I don't smell, What is everyone staring at?"
The train stops and the doors open, a heap of people push and shove, like rats running through a maze, unlucky for our hero(Not really)
He gets shoved along, one queue to the next, each step feels awkward, he blinks and feels like hours have past, before he knows it he's infront of a Civil Protection officer, he says something
<::G̶͔̏̋̉̅į̴̛̤̜̫̥̹̠̹͒͐̒͗͝v̴̹̟͗̂͆ȇ̸̺͕̓̎̐̓̍ ̷̪̟̓́̾̇͠m̶̧̛̟̳̺̯̫͔͗̍̏͊̕e̸͕̼̣͎̮͇͆̒̽̇ͅ ̴̘̝̠̒̒́͐ȳ̶̥̩̖̝̜ö̸̖́͋͂͒u̴̢̼͖̦͉͉͓͂̈̄͐̄r̸̩̼̗̮̮͉̫̓͑ ̴̧̞̠͕͑͆̏̃̃̈́́I̸̢͔̯͑̒́͂͋D̵̨̲̑͋̚ ̵̡̃̋̊̚c̷̪̥̀̀ͅi̵̱̙̜̯̞͂͠t̵̖̋̑̓̄̕̚͝ȉ̷̡̯̺̜̈́́̀͑̂̕͠z̷̜̪̬̜̲͋͗̔̈́̄̕ͅĕ̴̺̹̪͇͔̈́́͌̈́̍̊ͅn̶̡͓̗͍̒͂:>>
Our man waits before slowly taking out his wallet before being barked at, this time much more clear
<::Your ID, What are you? Deaf?::>
He quickly takes out his ID offering it up a few seconds pass by but it feels like years, and his headache is getting louder, and LOUDER AND LOUD-
<:: It checks out, you are free to pass ::>
It takes this idiot a few seconds take the id, he turns it over, lets see what kind of name This Man has... And here we go!
"Oliver Foster."
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That's a stupid fucking name
// I'm trying something new, I usually follow much more a format this may be changed to fit that when The Character is finally made.
"Ol, Look out!"
A Man on a train bolts awake, the sound of train horns dragging him out of his sleep, shaggy black hair and equally rough face, the sunlight cuts through the crowd of people transferring and blinds him, he groans nursing his head ache by rubbing his head, the whispered chatting of the other come and goers sounding like screams, Our Man stands up offering his seat to a elderly lady a few people give The Man a strange look as he offers her the seat, but the lady doesn't seem to notice, Our Man shrugs it off and cuts in and out of the the crowd, like a current of water, sliding through the cracks to get closer to the door, He peaks over the head of a woman, he takes a long blink as his eyes adjust to the light
"Hawaii? I thought this was meant to be a City?"
A woman next to him chuckles assuming he's joking whispering to him
"Real funny, I wish this was Hawaii"
The Man looks back to the window and blinks a couple more times, the strikingly bright lights fade and dim, showing a grim urban centre, sky scrappers litter the area, oppressive towers of cold steel, watching him where ever he steps, Our Man's mouth goes slack, shocked before he wipes his face letting out a sigh, he turns his head to look at the woman- She's talking to her friends, probably best Our Man was not wanting to talk for this train journey. God he's boring, don't you think, Look at him with his Mop of black hair and Unshaven beard God such pointed features
Our man takes out his wallet looking at the lint that has taken up the spot where he stores his money, he lets out a curse and seals the wallet storing it way, he stumbles to his right bumping into a man with Strange features.
"Shit, sorry"
Someone else gives him a funny look, our man wonders what's so strange, he rubs his face feeling the beard, perhaps it was time he shaved, he turns his head and pretends to rub his nose off on his shoulder, but sniffs and wonders to himself
"I don't smell, What is everyone staring at?"
The train stops and the doors open, a heap of people push and shove, like rats running through a maze, unlucky for our hero(Not really)
He gets shoved along, one queue to the next, each step feels awkward, he blinks and feels like hours have past, before he knows it he's infront of a Civil Protection officer, he says something
<::G̶͔̏̋̉̅į̴̛̤̜̫̥̹̠̹͒͐̒͗͝v̴̹̟͗̂͆ȇ̸̺͕̓̎̐̓̍ ̷̪̟̓́̾̇͠m̶̧̛̟̳̺̯̫͔͗̍̏͊̕e̸͕̼̣͎̮͇͆̒̽̇ͅ ̴̘̝̠̒̒́͐ȳ̶̥̩̖̝̜ö̸̖́͋͂͒u̴̢̼͖̦͉͉͓͂̈̄͐̄r̸̩̼̗̮̮͉̫̓͑ ̴̧̞̠͕͑͆̏̃̃̈́́I̸̢͔̯͑̒́͂͋D̵̨̲̑͋̚ ̵̡̃̋̊̚c̷̪̥̀̀ͅi̵̱̙̜̯̞͂͠t̵̖̋̑̓̄̕̚͝ȉ̷̡̯̺̜̈́́̀͑̂̕͠z̷̜̪̬̜̲͋͗̔̈́̄̕ͅĕ̴̺̹̪͇͔̈́́͌̈́̍̊ͅn̶̡͓̗͍̒͂:>>
Our man waits before slowly taking out his wallet before being barked at, this time much more clear
<::Your ID, What are you? Deaf?::>
He quickly takes out his ID offering it up a few seconds pass by but it feels like years, and his headache is getting louder, and LOUDER AND LOUD-
<:: It checks out, you are free to pass ::>
It takes this idiot a few seconds take the id, he turns it over, lets see what kind of name This Man has... And here we go!
"Oliver Foster."
.
.
.
That's a stupid fucking name
// I'm trying something new, I usually follow much more a format this may be changed to fit that when The Character is finally made.
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