why are your secrets in my air temples?
There is a twelve-year-old boy, dressed like a monk, with strange arrow tattoes on his head and the backs of his hands. He's holding a staff in one hand, and looks very confused.
"Um. Hello?" He tapped the staff against the ground - and the 'staff,' in turn, flies open to reveal itself to be a some sort of glider. Maybe a kite. As the red wings opened, a bunch of pictures fluttered to the ground. "Oh, no! Um, hang on..."
The boy quickly scooped them up and set them out where they could be seen. "Can anybody help me find the people these belong to? Please?"
One: Pat (
aureliaofarista)
Two:
Three:
Four: Reilly (
tyne_dyed_devil)
Five:
Six:
Seven:
Eight:
Nine: Simmons (sycophanticdick)
Ten: (
sable_mind)
((Next round of secrets go to bodgerkirin at hotmail DOT com!))