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The town of Moonmire sits between a large forest to the west and a large city to the east. A lake sits to the north, while nothing lies south. The town is relatively populated, a tight-knit atmosphere smothering those who live there. Everybody knows each other, and few secrets are kept.
Very rarely, about once in a blue moon, does someone move in. Why would they have any interest in a town that is virtually frozen in time?
Well, what if it was frozen in time? What if everyone knew... except the residents?
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The luggage wheels rolled heavily against linoleum, clicking rhythmically with each crack in the tiles. Rubber soles made soft thuds against the same linoleum, masked by the wheels. A brief silence while an elevator button was pressed, the mechanisms grinding to work to bring the ride up. A ding, and metal doors sliding open.
The clicking resumed for another moment, until the luggage was situated inside. The ride was smooth, with no interruptions. When the fifteen floors approached, the grip on the handle tightened. The doors slid open, and the clicking resumed until the room was reached. The key allowed access to the hotel room; one bed, with a pleasant view of dumpsters below.
The hotel was only for resting, as the following days were planned densely. Tomorrow promised a trip to the town they call "Frozen in Time." Moonmire. It was called that because of the way the moon settled directly above it at night.
Taffy ignored the looks he received as he arrived at the city; the looks of those who thought he wouldn't notice. Of course, who wouldn't stare at a man with no face? However, it was tiring, as he wasn't a rare species. Faceless lived freely, and are as common as those who have faces. Even though they were simply bewitched plastic, they lived like real humans.
But if that were the case, why is Moonmire so feared by those with faces?
Name: Taffy
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Birthday: June Thirtieth
Occupation: Photographer
personality Easy-going, Taffy tries not to cling on worry or regret. However, he does have anger that appears at any given time. His personality is still being molded.
No major bus lines traveled to the forgotten town, so Taffy had to rent one of the bicycles from the city. His camera swung and hit his chest each time he hit a pothole or bump, and his blue hair shook out of place.
still working on~
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