Crispin Wyatt
Everyday was exactly the same, same schedule same people, same events, same food, same place. It made the world incredibly boring. It was a wonder young Crispin Wyatt could stand it. Unlike the others there He couldn't adapt, it felt weird the whole place. Like a dream no...like a nightmare he couldn't escape
Fixing his hat upon his head he turned and walked out into the colorful world of Myst. He himself looking like a ghost as he moved quietly and easily through the crowds. His white clothes drained of color pretty much should have stood out amonst all that attractions the place held. He knew the place very well, every person, every home, even heard a bit of gossip now and then that he'd be the perfect tour guide to anyone who came. But, who would want to this place was all he had but it was NOT a home.
He continued through the town staring blankly at the people there. Everyone was so lifeless even if their personalities showed differently. He wandered to a restaurant as he did every morning for breakfast and news. If there was any. Everything going just as it always did. Nothing would ever change. As he entered the chef greeted him "Same as usual?" he asked with a crooked grin
Crispin answered with a slight nod, showing no feeling. as the man bustled off to do his work Crispin settled himself at a table placing his chin in his palm staring blankly out of the window
"I want to leave..." he muttered to himself