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[A boy, tall, familiar, long and loose blond hair blowing in the wind, tossing around his face and wide, bright but steely eyes. His lips and jaw are set, determined, as if he's been through something similar before and couldn't be less guarded or unhappy with his predicament.
If anyone, of course, were to catch him wandering around in the snow before he gets to his room assignment, they'll catch him holding onto the one thing that's seemed to have made it with him -- a worn sock cat, made roughly by hand, half under his clothes and clutched tightly to his chest as if it's the last thing between himself and oblivion.
Of course, this particular visitor is hauntingly familiar...]
[ooc; Al's been dragged in from Adstringendum. He's physically seventeen and has a lot of scars, especially in the neck, arm and wrist regions, but there is also a bullet scar over his left eyebrow. Have fun.]
If anyone, of course, were to catch him wandering around in the snow before he gets to his room assignment, they'll catch him holding onto the one thing that's seemed to have made it with him -- a worn sock cat, made roughly by hand, half under his clothes and clutched tightly to his chest as if it's the last thing between himself and oblivion.
Of course, this particular visitor is hauntingly familiar...]
[ooc; Al's been dragged in from Adstringendum. He's physically seventeen and has a lot of scars, especially in the neck, arm and wrist regions, but there is also a bullet scar over his left eyebrow. Have fun.]