Welcome, Skyler 'Artful Dodger' Gant!

((A note is left on Wiggy Undertone’s desk, the handwriting, written in what appears to be ink from a Quill Pen, so sloppy, so illegible, that it is quite difficult to read, some words misspelled, letters written backwards. The parchment it is written on is wrinkled, rolled into a sloppy tube and tied with what appears to be nothing more than packing string.))

Dear whoever reads this, maybe Mr. Wacky Underwear or whatever your name is,

As you read this, I’m sitting in a warm room safely hidden… Continue

(Got this idea from the Dancing Bob post. Hehehe))
Sky dancing to country, is there nothing more scary than that?

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I’m ‘ere rottin’ away in a warm jail cell while DeFaw’s real killer’s still ou’ there. I’d like at ge’ ou’ o’ ‘ere an’ find tha’ person, shake ‘is or ‘er ‘and for doin’ what I didn’ ‘ave th’ guts ta do, kill tha’ awful DeFaw. Instead I’m stuck in ‘ere. A nice, warm, cell. Guess it’s no’ all bad, eh? I didn’ kill DeFaw’s wha’ I’m tryin’ ta say. I ‘ad reason, aye, I did ‘ave reason. ‘E was threatnin’ ta take me back ta th’ Orphanage, said ‘e’ll deal wit’ me good an’ proper when we get back ta ther… Continue

The cold Babbage air seemed like a cruel welcome to the mysterious long, blonde haired, Crispin as he once more ventured into the streets of New Babbage, his long hair tied into a pony tail with the black, filthy, ribbon. He sighed, his breath clearly visible, as he made his way back to the place Gil was staying at, another note clutched in his left hand, his eyes focused on the clock above city hall, his eyes aglow with awe, with interest, with admiration. He longed to meet the man he now knew… Continue

((I'm bored, so I decided to tell a story from the eyes of the Urchin that delivered the note of Skyler's to Gil...enjoy.))

A mysterious child appears in New Babbage, one who has long, flowing, blonde hair tied into a pony tail with a piece of black, filthy, ribbon. His clothes are tattered and it looks as if he’s been walking miles, a note clutched in his filthy left hand. His shoes are nothing more than pieces of material with holes in it and a rubber sole on the bottom. The child looks no ol… Continue