the mind's a terrible thing to waste
[There's nothing particularly special about this hallway in a neutral wing of the Dressing Room. Perhaps it's a bit more dimly lit than most, but otherwise it's just another hallway.
There is, however, what appears to be one Allen crouched on the ground. His hands are shoved into the pockets of the hoodie he has on and he's propped against the wall, hood drawn even though it's not doing a very good job of hiding his face. But it seems he's overcome that little obstacle, with his hair hanging infront of his eyes instead of being pushed out of the way. Still, the scar showing off just which Allen is seated there is clearly visible.
Now the question is, just what is he doing here in the middle of the night?]
((So. You know how this Allen has a bad habit of hanging around vampires? Well, it finally sunk in. All the typical warnings that go with newborn vamps apply. ♥ ))
There is, however, what appears to be one Allen crouched on the ground. His hands are shoved into the pockets of the hoodie he has on and he's propped against the wall, hood drawn even though it's not doing a very good job of hiding his face. But it seems he's overcome that little obstacle, with his hair hanging infront of his eyes instead of being pushed out of the way. Still, the scar showing off just which Allen is seated there is clearly visible.
Now the question is, just what is he doing here in the middle of the night?]
((So. You know how this Allen has a bad habit of hanging around vampires? Well, it finally sunk in. All the typical warnings that go with newborn vamps apply. ♥ ))