The Enfant Terrible/OPEN Name on ticket: Kelly Green Preferred pronoun: He/Him Appearance, including apparent height, build & attire: First of all, Kelly looks amazing. He's tall, athletic, and sun freckled with a summer tan that is beginning to soften and fade to a shade of overcreamed cafe au lait. He has dark hair that is either intentionally mussed or almost desperately in need of styling, but he's young enough to get away with the carelessness of it all, and his seafoam eyes are just a little bloodshot due to an ongoing stretch of sleepless nights. The jock-turned-model-turned-partyboy-turned-club DJ (basically) is sporting a red and gold Prince Charming jacket, something he'd earlier described as "the fucking best thing he'd ever seen" and "the fucking jacket he was going to wear every day until he was dead." He's without a shirt otherwise, and the cropped, shoulder-heavy garment flanks out open over his abs, prominent pelvic curves, and bare navel. The less impressive elements of his outfit include a pair of black, unbuttoned jeans, and white socks, but no shoes. One detail for the keen eye: An old, white, lateral scar on his back. Location on the train: Kelly is leaning into a hallway and out of a sleeping compartment, which is currently functioning as THE party compartment on the train. Behind him, coming from the compartment, is music and a bevvy of buzzed, nasal voices. Looking for the next unsuspecting bystander to drag into the party, Kelly stops any passerby with a few crucial questions and a loopy, but friendly smile. "What are you even doing right now? Who are you here with?"