[this particular room is empty. doesn't look like anyone's living in it. pastel-colored walls of light pink, warm oranges, faded yellows, it's a very pretty room.
or at least, it was.
three of the once-pastel walls are now scrawled over with unreadable words and drawings in pitch black. there's quite a few hearts though, black and colored in sloppily. it reeks of xylene and toluene. or maybe you think it smells nice. who knows? it's you. maybe you're just sick of people vandalizing the Dressing Room's walls for the umpteenth time. at least there's still one blank wall left.
on the floor, rolling away from the wall are two completely dried, empty, worn-down
Sharpies. the caps are somewhere around there. but the person who drew all of this isn't in here.
where could they be...?]
((ooc: hello!allen, inspired by Evanescence's Hello. he has a major bit of Dissociative Identity Disorder, so while he's here... you're not really going to ever meet him in particular. but that's the fun part~
replies will be a bit slow too. :| shakes fist at homework and photoshop.))