Somehow, he'd been convinced. He couldn't remember how, he couldn't remember why, but he was now off the streets with what little posessions he owned, and in a very strange place.
He had shed his trench coat after seeing about 10 people flying around on their pitiful wings. His huge black wings were slack, unused to being free from their cage of a trench coat.
There were so many people, so many strange looking ones, and nobody seemed to know that powers were likely to be used in a circus if found out. He adjusted his sunglasses over his dark eyes as he entered the lounge.
His mouth turned upward in a kind of crooked smile. These kids were all rich. They had no idea what the real world was like, poor things.
He had shed his trench coat after seeing about 10 people flying around on their pitiful wings. His huge black wings were slack, unused to being free from their cage of a trench coat.
There were so many people, so many strange looking ones, and nobody seemed to know that powers were likely to be used in a circus if found out. He adjusted his sunglasses over his dark eyes as he entered the lounge.
His mouth turned upward in a kind of crooked smile. These kids were all rich. They had no idea what the real world was like, poor things.