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Jan 21, 2008 06:57

[ At least before when he had been thrown from world to world there had some kind of reasoning behind it. It had never been random, sans the very first time. He groans, a hand lifting to the side of his head as he forces himself to a sit ]

Ugh... What--?

[ Glancing around briefly, he scowls; it's not Germany and not back home. Where the hell was he? A wave of discomfort pools in his stomach. Al was no-where in sight, Alfons was dead and everyone he knew were on either sides of the gate. Either sides... So where was this place? In between? Was that even possible? Regardless, it sucked. ]

Damn it all... I guess this is what they like to call 'irony'. 'ch... Typical.

[ooc; Oh, I hate first posts. Failtasticomgndsknjshkjasfhaj GAH! ANYWAYS! Ed in the City~ Commentlog if you want to poke an emotionally drained eighteen-year-old alchemist trying to find his feet in the City and journal otherwise. General explanation regarding the bad mood can be found in the sample here aaaaand yeah \o_o/ ]

welcome to the city, where the hell, what the hell, commentlog

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