As you're walking through the guild, you stumble upon a strange door. It's been painted brightly blue, alike the TARDIS, and there seems to be something etched into it, underneath the paint. "WE'RE ALL MAD HERE", it says. How peculiar...
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Dare you open that door? Who might possible live there? As you stand there thinking, you hear a soft humming from inside. And... Is someone singing?
"Welcome to my tower, where I still await the prince
I ran right from the dragon, and been waiting ever since
I haven't got a name, and I haven't got a face
I just wait here by my window, with curtains made of lace
Am I waiting for a prince, or am I waiting to be loved?
Or am I simply here for writing with my hand so gloved?
I wish to write you soon, though I cannot find the words
So I sit here by the window, just dreaming with the birds
Am I but a poem, written by a child?
Sitting in a meadow, where the flowers can grow wild
If I could be that child again, how happy would I be
Then perhaps the fairies will find their way to me
Just a lady lost in thoughts, but a Freak to the world
So little making sense beyond her hair so curled
There never was a dragon, there never was a knight
Yet she's waiting for them, dreaming, still locked away of sight"
Carefully opening the door, you find a strange lady inside. She sits by an open window, writing in her notebook, with her face covered by a mask.
"Oh. I did not hear you. Do come in, dear. I won't bite."
((This is a place to chat and/or RP with the Freak. In case you're wondering about the door, there is a tiny bit of story behind it from the old thread. Do make yourselves at home~))
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Dare you open that door? Who might possible live there? As you stand there thinking, you hear a soft humming from inside. And... Is someone singing?
"Welcome to my tower, where I still await the prince
I ran right from the dragon, and been waiting ever since
I haven't got a name, and I haven't got a face
I just wait here by my window, with curtains made of lace
Am I waiting for a prince, or am I waiting to be loved?
Or am I simply here for writing with my hand so gloved?
I wish to write you soon, though I cannot find the words
So I sit here by the window, just dreaming with the birds
Am I but a poem, written by a child?
Sitting in a meadow, where the flowers can grow wild
If I could be that child again, how happy would I be
Then perhaps the fairies will find their way to me
Just a lady lost in thoughts, but a Freak to the world
So little making sense beyond her hair so curled
There never was a dragon, there never was a knight
Yet she's waiting for them, dreaming, still locked away of sight"
Carefully opening the door, you find a strange lady inside. She sits by an open window, writing in her notebook, with her face covered by a mask.
"Oh. I did not hear you. Do come in, dear. I won't bite."
((This is a place to chat and/or RP with the Freak. In case you're wondering about the door, there is a tiny bit of story behind it from the old thread. Do make yourselves at home~))