

Command ZEROQuinlan Brennan grunted as he drove a nail deep into the plank his best friend, Anahera Wyght, held up for him. The two seventeen year olds were working on a rather large playhouse for Quinlans younger brother to use, which would get him out from under his mothers feet for a few hours every so often. He was a lanky young man with the appearance of being underfed, a reminder of the near foot he had grown the previous summer. He had intelligent grey eyes that missed nothing, but were well noted in the neighborhood for the mischievous glint that seemed to eternally sparkle in them; a mess of auburn hair that hung low over his brow, mCommand ZERO
Chaos reigned around here lately, sorry for the reply that never came.
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All knowledge is currency, you just have to know where to use it.
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All knowledge is currency, you just have to know where to use it.
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I'm a starving artist who needs her recognition.
Take a look through my gallery.
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^Click the Link^
Taking Commissions, Read Journal!
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I'm a starving artist who needs her recognition.
Take a look through my gallery.
[link]
^Click the Link^
Taking Commissions, Read Journal!
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