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[ And so here's Apollo, after having gone through the ordeal that was the mental institution and the gender swap -- he'd prefer to block that all out of his memory -- standing in front of the carousel. Well, as in front of the carousel as he can, hiding underneath an overhang so that he can avoid the rats.
He looks as though he's deep in thought, with his arms crossed and one fingertip pressed against his forehead.
None of this is making sense. And he hasn't looked down at his clothes, nor at any other surface, so the effects of the curse have yet to hit him. ]
((ooc: ... Apollo wears red. Any characters stopping by should raeg at him. Heck, everyone should raeg at him. 8D?))
He looks as though he's deep in thought, with his arms crossed and one fingertip pressed against his forehead.
None of this is making sense. And he hasn't looked down at his clothes, nor at any other surface, so the effects of the curse have yet to hit him. ]
((ooc: ... Apollo wears red. Any characters stopping by should raeg at him. Heck, everyone should raeg at him. 8D?))