"Somebody left her here a few years back." The yardman said as he brushed some dust off her shoulder. "Obviously she's a homuculous of somekind. She's never bothered to move. You could probably use her for some spare parts."
Chance saw the tatoo on her back. It was the number seven, surrounded by wings.

Well yaah. I'm obviously enjoying my subscription. The header and footer are inspired from a drawing I drew last night. Anyway, it's interesting.
School is meh, but I'm over it after having my rant today. Lol. Anyway, I'm kinda trying to write several things at once. It's inreresting.
I'm trying to draw stuff too. Nothing that great has popped up yet. I'm probably going to try and redraw #7 again, just to make it look better.

It was obvious to chance that this fool had no idea what he possesed.
"I'll take it." He said. "I need a few spare parts around. How much?"

-From the randomness of my mind.