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Name : Murray "Murry" Watson Gender: Male Age : 27 Ability : The Quick - Eye Social class : Middle - Class, Lower - Class origins. Appearance : He is surprisingly short and of average weight, standing at 1.71 meters tall and weighing at around 72 kilograms. Sexual Orientation ...

"Feel better now?...", Álvaro nervously ask Esther as he gazed into her pale, green eyes, losing himself in there for a fraction of a second. "It's nicer outside here.", he said, mostly to excuse himself had she noticed his eyes, now scanning park, nicely coated in powdery snow, falling from the...

I'm available at all and every times, mostly. Just don't go to the extremes.

May I place dibs on the Quick Eye?

Am I right in assuming this takes place in London?

Felt like including Álvaro's mates. May do José later on. Name: Gavin Rowles Age: 23 Gender: Male Job: After getting turned down for several jobs, he figured out the only thing he could do was work for nobody. After browsing through his rather short alternatives, he decided to try...

(Excuse my long absence from the forum, I've been busy these last few days. Oh, and how short this post is.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, no, it's okay, I understand. Don't worry...", he replied, a shy and...

Álvaro led her on through the massive crowds, mostly exiting the failing train, pushed away by the current of people, darting off the train into the platforms, some waiting for another, electrically well - functioning, carriage, others going towards the escalators leading to the surface -...

"Gladly so.", Álvaro replied, smiling at her, his smile just barely visible over the fading cellphone light which turned off moments later. It wasn't more than a minute until they reached the station, "Queens Park", the station logotype plastered on the wall of the station, over tiling art...

The train kept on screeching, every time at a higher volume, slowing down progressively at an equally slow rate. The snow had really messed with the trains. That, or it was something really serious going on further down the line, or even the train itself. Álvaro held Esther's cold, small and...

Álvaro held out his left hand blindly at her shaken voice, trying to calm her. Esther was now only dimly lit, white coloured because of the brightness and colour of the cellphone screen, making her look pale and stirred. His hand floated on until it was just a few centimeters from her, enough...

"Sure, 8 PM sounds great for me. The bistro is usually calm and quiet around that time, not too many people in, the only sounds beong small murmurs and the lounge jazz band", Álvaro replied, an instant before the blackout. He finished his sentence engulfed in pitch black darkness, unaffected by...

"Okay...Sorry about it.", he replied, the serious tone fading away progressively with his words. He would've dwelved deeper into it but he wasn't into being somewhat "nosy", as he would think of himself had he done that. "Yeah, that sounds excellent, sure...I'll ask for a break whenever you drop...

"Probably, in case you don't go after four o' clock. I work until it closes, so it's kind of hard to miss me, at around 1 AM.", he told her, a small amount of feeling careless passing through him. Probably saw her, or even served her and he forgot or didn't care, routine makes you not care at...

"You work at the pet shop? That's great.", he replied, a smile now across his face, enjoying the moment. "No, no, not at all. I work at the local bistro, "Temps De Pluie", about...two blocks north from where you work. Sounds like a good idea, sure". Álvaro was pretty eager to her proposition...

"That's great, I also get off there. If you don't mind me asking...Do you work over there?", he replied, a softer tone in his words now, feeling somewhat lighter now. "Oh, no. You're not nosy at all. Sorry for making you worry. It's nothing.", he replied. "No, it isn't nothing. It's bloody...

"Nice to meet you too, Esther." Álvaro replied, with a small smile, noticing her awkwardness about the conversation fading away, like she had taken some weight off of her "stranger talk". "How many stops are there to your job?" He asked, an intrigued yet calm look on his face, now smileless. He...

"I guess you're right, most people are unkind and careless now. Thanks for the cookies...Nobody really gives me presents these days.", Álvaro replied, a small and insipid half - smile strewn across his face. He hadn't fully comprehended or even noticed how long her hair actually was until she...

"T-Thank you, I don't think I can really accept these, Miss. And, why yes, I am from Mexico. How did you guess?", he replied with an interested tone, following his words by a short, silent sigh. He seemed strange and devoid of life for a few seconds, a somewhat sad remark on his face during that...

"No problem, miss.", Álvaro replied to her, with his same and unmistakeable awkward accent and soft voicetone. Álvaro looked at her, her radiant smile wiping through her face. Over the corner of his eye he could see a male - like figure shoving around through the cabin. Odd, usually everyone...