*Hey Mayfield! Been a while since Kimbley has been out of the house, excluding his mechanic job and all. But he can be seen in the library. The Crimson Alchemist needed more table space, so why not the library? He sits in his crisp white suit, a matching white hate on his head, not quite his awesome fedora he used to have, but close enough. But one ( Read more... )

You know the drill! Post here if you have interacted with Kimbley at any time. I will gradually work on this over time. Unless you've had a huge affect on him, he won't be writing much about you. Yes, these descriptions will be in his own words ( Read more... )

5 box tops: Fedora
20 box tops: Left hand tattoo
30 box tops: Right hand Tattoo
100 box tops: White Suit

*Kimbley awakes, late in the night of August 9th, waking up in a small sweat. He rubs at his face and shifts his legs out of bed and sits on the edge of it, trying to recall what had happened. His blue eyes narrow down at his feet, recollecting his thoughts... His eyes snap open wide, looking at his bare clean palms. Then it all came back ( Read more... )

*Kimbley decides to get out in the early afternoon to the park! He perches himself neatly on a bench, a bag of crumbled bread beside him. He tosses a few crumbs to the birds that gather at his feet, eagerly awaiting the treat inside the bag. Kimbley smiles gently as he tosses bread out towards the birds, watching them peck and flutter at piece of ( Read more... )

*Kimbley sits casually on his bed, the phone nestled between his ear and his shoulder, as his fingers play with a card. He smiles and flicks at the piece of paper, seeing the words written on it ( Read more... )

*He bolts awake from his sleep, patting at his chest and... looking down at his hands. His carved arrays. They were gone. His hands shake as he tries to recall everything. Rabbits. And blood. What an odd combination that was.

No! It was that doctor! She was the one who wanted payment for Olivier's injuries. Kimbley slowly smiles as sweat trickles ( Read more... )

*Kimbley was honestly surprised about the reception he got from his last phone call. But he couldn't help but smile at the thought of people who wanted to have revenge on him. He wouldn't be some kind of coward. And how much they cared about Olivier, or frowned at the idea of his actions. How lovely all these reactions were to him ( Read more... )

Greetings yet again, Mayfield.

For those of you who don't know who I am, my name is Zolf J. Kimbley. The man who has incapacitated your leader Major General Armstrong, for the time being, before she became so charmingly droned. Look at how sweet she is now, hm ( Read more... )

Good day, residents of Mayfield! I hope you are all doing well. Yet again, another holiday is here; Father's Day. A day to honor our fathers, husbands, or perhaps even male figures of whom we look up to. I hope you all have a wonderful day!

{{FILTERED TO: Olivier ArmstrongBy the way. Miss Armstrong. May have a word with you? I would like to ( Read more... )