Enter a beautiful young woman, a soft smile her neutral expression, dressed in a manner befitting the early 1970s... faded embroidered jeans, and a cotton embroidered top, lined with tiny mirrors. Her hair is a multitude of golden blonde shades, pulled back in a braid that falls halfway down her back, and her eyes a very warm brown, so dark they're ( Read more... )

*is a rather gangly, young man with a backpack tossed over his shoulder, brushing black hair aside and pushing a pair of glasses up his nose so that they're actually useful for a pair of greengreen eyes* Eh, hello. So, my name's Zach, Zachary Bosch, and apparently I'm lost. Completely lost. Like somebody give me a clue where I wound up this time ( Read more... )

*enter a youngish looking man in a black tshirt and jeans, his hair tucked up under a sunhat, looking mildly confused*

This... doesn't look like Jamaica. Or Missing Mile. Does anyone know where I am? Or... if there's a boy named Zach here? Or Dario? Um, skinny, pale, black hair... green eyes?

Typist: Trevor McGee from Drawing Blood by Poppy Z.