Current Residence: Castleton State College
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Shell of choice: macaroni
Personal Quote: "Butterlining...what butterlines do you speek of? I dont see any butterlines!"
The First Meeting"The First Meeting"The First Meeting by pyromaniac8390
Rain, cool, wet, misting rain. Underneath the bridge it was damp, but not too bad. Out across the river she could see the line between mist and down pour. It was when this line of water hit the bridge that he would come down. The train that would cross would narrowly miss him, the operator would honk his horn and he would jump down to where she waited for him.
This dream had played over and over again. In the morning her father had two cups of coffee, and had worn his purple tie. Her sister had asked for the car, and their mother had given in. The rain had started to as she had walked out of school to the rail road tracks. The bridge started to vibrate, and then shake. And now, as she heard the train approaching, and heard the horn sound across the valley, a dark form dropped down to the structure below the bridge.
Autumn pulled her hair from her face, it hanging in dark tendrils. Her bright green eyes picked out his form against the dark backg