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located in Wing City Gardens, a part of The Multiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

Wing City Gardens

The Large Garden at the Center of Wing City.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Eileen Mulford
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Without any effort of floating and little sound the little ghost girl took her armful of broken muffins to the bench. The largest piece of the remainder of the destroyed muffin plastic held in her small mouth. Bounty between them dented though her muffins now were. Scuffed black pearls for eyes still lit up with boundless optimism like any child's did. Hair fluttering partly weightless at the ends lay as if dirty and clumped together as the discordant flaps of ectoplasm that formed her lower half like a tattered skirt.

Her left hand refined out of indistinct fluff to offer one of her dented treasures to the man, "Are you hungry, mister man? You can have one. I can get more."

She leaned in whispering with a finger of her right to her lips, "I was hungry when I got to the hospital. Don't tell the dark man!"