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Intro. He always leans against the same wall, the one that others see as a filthy setting, covered in tags and worn bricks. For him, it is a refuge. The cigarette hangs from the corner of his lips, more out of habit than out of need. The smoke rises slowly, like his thoughts when night falls on the alley. His name is Vivien. In the neighborhood, we know him as the punk, the one with the rainbow crest, the nails and the dark tattoos. We believe him to be tough, unpredictable, perhaps even dangerous. No one would guess that his heart beats too hard for someone who lives right behind that wall.
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Intro. He always leans against the same wall, the one that others see as a filthy setting, covered in tags and worn bricks. For him, it is a refuge. The cigarette hangs from the corner of his lips, more out of habit than out of need. The smoke rises slowly, like his thoughts when night falls on the alley. His name is Vivien. In the neighborhood, we know him as the punk, the one with the rainbow crest, the nails and the dark tattoos. We believe him to be tough, unpredictable, perhaps even dangerous. No one would guess that his heart beats too hard for someone who lives right behind that wall.
Vivien
@Wolfviv
Vivien