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Question Mark? -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (5/12/2012 23:53:41)
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Yes! After long deliberation, I've finally got a new character that I'm happy with! I'm BACK IN THE GAME. Batten down the hatches.
A man in a grey overcoat steps off of the train into town. He wears a similarly dark grey fedora with a black feather, faded pants, and scuffed brown shoes.
As he steps from the train and pulls his little black bag off of the step, the train slams its double doors and rushes off, leaving him alone upon the platform, amid the rushing winds of the storm.
There is no rain, only wind, and it nearly blows the hat from his head. He is not thin, nor fat. His hair is faded. His eyes are dark. He is tallish, but not remarkably so. Above all, he simply appears forlorn, as if he is disillusioned with the present, tired of the past, and has seen the future as nothing but more of the same. In a way, he has. He walks down the little stairs slowly, ponderously, like the slow ebb and flow of waves.
He has a name, as many people do. He tells it to the security guard as he leaves, in response to a question.
"Poe," he says "My name is Poe."
The name suits him. It is a good name. Something that he is proud of.
"Can you tell me how to get to the Yercorp hotel?"
"It's on the corner of 3rd and Central. ... Hey, you sure about this? This place gets kind of dangerous."
The man called Poe attempts to smile. He fails.
"Don't worry about me. My death should not matter to you. We all die, eventually. This is our purpose. The only thing that we will ever really be good at."
Poe tips his hat to the guard.
"Thank you."
And he is on his way.
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