Oh. Hello.
Come to visit, have we?
Well I'm afraid I ran out of sugar some time ago..
Will you take your tea without?
Very well then. You say you've come to hear about me?
What on earth would you like to know?
Let's see... I like music, games and art. I am not an artist. I wish I was a writer, I aspire to be a writer.. But I seem to be better at making things more enjoyable to read, than actually penning ideas.
When I'm not serving time here in The Asylum, I work at Coles, a supermarket. I'm beginning to believe that such a job is the reason I got my padded cell.
In 2010, I'm looking to start a Diploma of Creative Writing and Editing,
though the likelihood of that is questionable at best.
I'm a bizarre specimen of human being, the nurses say.. Apparently I'm most brilliant, however severely under-developed, and nowhere near my potential..
Can you help a wayward Victorian girl find her way?
Subject Name:
Miss Cax
Subject Age:
Approximately 332 (precise age unknown), at the least, older than you'll ever be.
Subject Location:
The Asylum
Enjoys:
Black Metal, Synth Pop, Surrealism, Zelda, Pink Milk, Sparkly Horses
Detests:
Madonna, Double Standards, Peanuts, Avocado, Coles Supermarkets
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