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*a boy of about 21 enters; he's of medium height, slender build, with dark hair and and dark eyes. He's clearly Asian: gold-tanned skin and coarser hair attribute him to being from Southeast Asia. He's wearing baggy cargo shorts, a t-shirt that lifts to reveal his stomach when he stretches, and a pair of well-worn sneakers without socks.*
*he eyes the community and grins, a friendly, honest grin with a hint of sarcastic humor behind it.*
Hey. I'm Tran Vinh - or I guess most of you'd call me Vinh Tran, huh? Just call me Tran, I like that better. I'm not sure how I wound up here, but I ... the last I thought, I was ... dead.
*he pauses, entire expression turning dark and almost frightened, as if lost in a memory he doesn't like. It fades soon, replaced with the grin again, although it seems a bit forced.*
Doesn't matter now, I guess. I'm alive, aren't I? Anyone want to see how alive?
Typist sez: Tran Vinh from Exquisite Corpse. The book should be getting back to you soon, Marika. I kind of. Uh. Read it in less than two days. D:
*he eyes the community and grins, a friendly, honest grin with a hint of sarcastic humor behind it.*
Hey. I'm Tran Vinh - or I guess most of you'd call me Vinh Tran, huh? Just call me Tran, I like that better. I'm not sure how I wound up here, but I ... the last I thought, I was ... dead.
*he pauses, entire expression turning dark and almost frightened, as if lost in a memory he doesn't like. It fades soon, replaced with the grin again, although it seems a bit forced.*
Doesn't matter now, I guess. I'm alive, aren't I? Anyone want to see how alive?
Typist sez: Tran Vinh from Exquisite Corpse. The book should be getting back to you soon, Marika. I kind of. Uh. Read it in less than two days. D: