03-12-2011, 06:10 AM
The world around the boy was certainly not the one he was used to. There were no trees...no plants...no neatly trimmed lawns. Tall, bright skyscrapers were all over the place. There were no roads for cars to drive on. What he was currently standing in was a back alleyway...a few feet away, oddly-dressed people were crowding the streets, walking.
Above the streets, there were flying vehicles. Not quite cars, not quite hover-crafts, not quite spaceships. A mix of all three, almost. They drove, or rather flew, quite a distance above the roads, where only people traveled...
One of these strange-looking, strangely-dressed people was leaning against the metal wall of one of the buildings that made the sides of this little alleyway. He jumped slightly when he heard Rowan's voice, turning his way and peering at him. He had bright, blood red eyes and wildly bright fire orange hair. He was tall, thin, and wiry. And twitchy--he couldn't seem to stop moving. His skin was a very pale shade of white. He was wearing what resembled a space suit. It was a tight purple bodysuit with a black ruff around the neck and similar, smaller black ruffs around his wrists, his waist, and his ankles.
He didn't say anything. He seemed to find Rowan very strange to look at.
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