*smiles--the kind of broad, solid, honest smile that makes you trust a person--and he looks like the kind of solid, honest person you would trust--he has grey hair and a leathery, sun-wrinkled kind of face, and big hands that are comfortably hard and lined from doing some kind of good work--and that's what you'd think if you first saw him. you'd ( Read more... )

*peers around cautiously, taking in everything* Well, I hope I don't get caught on the computer. Gordon wouldn't be too happy about that. *rolls her eyes, but still looks slightly frightened* Right now I'm at what they would call a "foster home", but what we call a hellhole. "We" includes my sisters - there's a total of four of us. We're not ( Read more... )

Nevermore....

[[Typist: .....please don't hate me.....]]