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Tristan heard Atreyu's admittedly disinterested advice that he should head down to the lounge, and considered it. Maybe if he could stay on the edges again it wouldn't get to him. He decided against...

Tristan almost smiled and laughed, about to say something along the lines of "Yeah, I remember seeing my dad fumbling with the bandages after he'd gotten carried away," but stopped himself. First of...

Tristan wondered as he played if Atreyu even knew the band had broken up. Probably not. He considered singing along with the lyrics, but didn't trust his voice not to crack. He'd only been five when...

Tristan's face froze as he heard himself talked of in such a manner, but he quickly recovered himself. "...Did you know he dedicated this song to his son?" he asked, more casually than he realized....

Tristan looked up from his guitar and up at his new roommate. A slow smile spread across his face as he shook the offered hand. "Tristan. Deal." Seemed his roommate didn't hate him. That was a good...

Tristan finally found his room and was about to enter when he heard music from inside. Another music major? Figures the school would pair them up that way... He listened for a moment, glancing down...

Where is everyone??

Looking forward to actually interacting with some other characters~

Tristan shouldered the large duffel bag, watching the taxi drive off. There had been no one to see him off. His mom had been on a business trip and no one from the band cared anymore. In a way, he...

Let's find out how badly I'm outshone by everyone else's RP skillz!

Thanks so much!