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...
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~))
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~))