So much has happened- I've been busy.

I found good paint buckets, and this subway station is... adequite.

I found my pills.

I hope to impress, here. Like in Times Square. If possible.

[ooc She'll be playing on paint buckets on top of the subway's venilation shafts for money, now. It's rather loud, so anyone could or could not hear it ♥]

I've found a proper apartment in Room #100 of Building #6, so please contact me if need be.

Likewise... today seems to be a curse. I will go into no further detail...

And... Hah. Nightmares.

This is an alternate dimension where the main form of communication is through a network of 'blogs'. It is ruled by 'city gods', who bestow 'curses' from time to time, which I can only assume has caused this constant windstorm around me... There is a rare, unknown way out involving memories. The dead do not stay dead. It is called 'The City ( Read more... )

This is Alana Ray Jones. She's a character from The Last Days, a novel by Scott Westerfeld.

She's... special.

( Not-Quite-autism disorder )