Who: Frankenstein’s Monster and Echo
When: Just after this.
Where: Starts at D building, and then the city itself and a store with juice.
Rating/Warnings: Probably none.
Status: In progress

Frankenstein had been very careful when dressing. He wanted to make sure most of him was covered. Yes, Echo had said she wouldn’t be scared, but given his height, abnormally large at nearly nine feet, and his bulk and disfigurements he didn’t want to chance it. A long sleeved shirt, long pants, and sturdy boots took care of most of it. He couldn’t really cover his face without it being obvious he was trying to hide how he looked, but he did pull the hood of his duster up as he left his room. It served to help occlude the stitches and scars on his face.

He checked the PDA as he walked, confirming the room number. 301. He took the stairs three at a time, which didn’t really look all that odd for him, and hit the next floor in no time. He had to admit, this was an interesting experience. The girl reminded him a little of himself not too long ago. He’d been in a childlike state for a good portion of his life, and had to teach himself pretty much everything. He’d essentially had to force himself to grow up. He didn’t intend to do anything like that with her. Quite frankly, he was hoping that maybe her more innocent mindset would allow her to accept him, the way he looked and his creation, better than most. Admittedly, many here did seem more accepting on the whole, but he still got funny looks sometimes.

He reached her doorway and dropped his PDA into a pocket of his large duster. Knocking lightly on the door, he called out, “Echo? It’s Frank.”