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[Feb. 21st, 2010|10:17 pm] |
Oh hey, new person in the Nexus. Again. Very new, by the looks of the portal that has just closed behind him. Hit by the lights and sounds in the Nexus (really, that sign is hazardous to people's health and HERE'S THE PROOF,) he instantly falls to crouch on the ground, clutching at his head and moaning in pain.
Sensory overload. Not fun.
His hair is long, tangled and matted--a dark chocolate brown that hangs over his face--and his clothing is dirty and ratty--a sweater with a tear in the sleeve at the shoulder, and pants that hang far too loosely on his bony hips. He's also wearing a collar cinched around his neck, a contraption of thick leather and brushed metal that wouldn't have looked out of place on a dog, and he's acting like one that's been kicked to go along with.
"C-can someone turn that off?" |
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