[045] Wings get clipped down regularly, and now I've frozen to death
[Private; MINIMALLY hackable]
I was expecting scorn, but n-not this m-m-much...
...I d-d-don't even have an identity anym-m-more...
A-a-and all t-t-those...paintings...ashes...
...I should find a place to sleep tonight...
[/Private]
Such...strange weather...n-no?
[[So. Finally, foreshadow is over. For those who care, the summarized part is: Miranda told her parents (the control freaks) about her wish to be an artist rather than their heiress. A big fight ensued, Miranda tried to stand her ground, futile at best. The majority of her paintings got burned under Incendios, and Miranda Lott is now Miranda (formerly)Lott(now disowned). Yep. Disowned. So now she'll be around the cold streets of London, looking for a motel. Hey, disownment takes its toll on anyone! Mood and icon are private, both.]]
I was expecting scorn, but n-not this m-m-much...
...I d-d-don't even have an identity anym-m-more...
A-a-and all t-t-those...paintings...ashes...
...I should find a place to sleep tonight...
[/Private]
Such...strange weather...n-no?
[[So. Finally, foreshadow is over. For those who care, the summarized part is: Miranda told her parents (the control freaks) about her wish to be an artist rather than their heiress. A big fight ensued, Miranda tried to stand her ground, futile at best. The majority of her paintings got burned under Incendios, and Miranda Lott is now Miranda (formerly)Lott(now disowned). Yep. Disowned. So now she'll be around the cold streets of London, looking for a motel. Hey, disownment takes its toll on anyone! Mood and icon are private, both.]]