He's a beanpole man - well over six feet tall, which is obvious even with his stoop. It's that same stoop you get from anybody tall and thin and not really caring one way or the other about being either. A walking, talking, friendly-as-anything scarecrow is what he is, with clothes worn to fading and patched and mismatched and hanging on him so ( Read more... )

Enter a dark-haired goth boy bearing ho-hos. His face is rather angular and his eyes are dark. He is as energetic as a puppy and more foul-mouthed then any sailor.

Hi everyone! I'm Twig. Want a hoho?

Typist: The Guildenstern to Molochai's Rosencrantz is from Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Brite. He bites. Unfortunately.

*peeks around the doorway before entering, looking around carefully before sitting down, a breathtaking young man with a spray of anemones in his hair*

Hello, then. My name's Adonis. That's all.

Look, if you see Aphrodite or Persephone, don't tell them I'm here, alright?

Typist: From Greek myth. Prettiest prettyboy of them all.

*looks around, blinking* Hullo! Well ... my typist never requests anything from me, so I thought it quite strange when she had me hold an auction. The thing is, I hardly want or need more material objects, but-- perhaps I could donate what everyone bids? *tilts her head and muses for a second ( Read more... )