No one suspected anything odd when Patches walked into town durning the Red Festival of Sandtown. It was a custom to dress in costume, but still.. his wings seemed so realistic. And he may have raised an eyebrow or two, when he didn't take off his costume the day after. Perhaps he'd gotten himself intoxicated, and hadn't changed. But as the days passed, as weeks rolled on, he hadn't taken those wings off, and the townsfold were beginning to wonder who was this fellow, what were his intentions, and above all, what was this boy, who called himself Patches? A boy who communicates through notes, and glances. A boy who is never heard, who is never seen eating or sleeping, and he always carries a dreamy look in his eyes. Some of the people of Sandtown have begun to praise him, others shun him. There are question raised, asked, and debated. Perhaps, the answers lie between this world and the next.

Right, uhm... this is Patches. He's a random character I thought up as drawing. He has an interesting story too.... I'll have to write/draw/do something with it sometime.

I realize I've already submitted this in my scraps. >> But I'm resubmitting it for several reasons. First off I'm too lazy to draw something decent.... And all of the projects that I am working on are taking alot of effort. I'm really trying to do them all well Also, I am feeling DA withdraw... which happens if I don't upload something every once in a while >>

Btw, I crossed over 20,000 hits... you know what that means....... yep. The gental weave of time and space is about to rip D: Just kidding. Thank you all. Really... I never thought I'd every get 2 pageviews -___- Do contact me if any of you ever want to know something about me, need help with something, or whatever I suppose. Just give a comment/send a note/or email me. They make me feel loved

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