Hey, it's me. I'm not dead. I lost interest in the other story I was writing. I couldn't think of anywhere to go with it anymore. It was half finished and I fell bad for not finishing it. I'll try to rekindle it, but in the meantime, here's a LoK story.
Again, OCxCanon. Some people don't like that, but then again, this isn't your story. I hope you like my characters, though. I spent a lot of time thinking them up and my friend supplied me with a majority of the names.
It's also in a different style from my other one.
Prologue
As stupid social laws dictate, I have to give you an introduction.
Yo. My name's Ink. I don't like people, so I probably won't like you.
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Okay, so I don't dislike people. But they seem to dislike me. Probably because I have horrible social skills and can't remember faces. There's a huge list, actually, of things I'm not good at. Cooking, abiding the laws, apologizing, asking questions, not breaking priceless artifacts (found that one out by stepping inside of a museum). Oh, and making nice with the relatives. They are my number one hate fans.
But I'm good at things, too, don't get me wrong. I can make jewelry, sail, fish, draw. Basically anything creative, but not because I spent years cultivating my talents. Well, I kinda did, but not because I made the conscious decision to become an artist. It's more of a stress reliever. I have… anger issues. Or at least that's what Ossie says (you'll meet him later). Mainly stemming from family issues and idiots.
And the biggest idiot I've met so far is a guy named Bolin.