"An old man sits beside me, the handcuffs around his hands, as we both wait for our beloved doom. I'm rather used to it, if you know what I mean. Alex Cloudmill, the tomboy of Jorvik who always brings trouble wherever she may go. That is what the newspaper would say, with their brilliant british english. At least the newsreporter is british. She always dresses in red dresses, with her lovely golden hair and brown eyes. Always wearing a smile, telling the world about a new world war, a new hairproduct, the Area 51 raid or something else. By the way, I did plan on joining, but you can say that I'm busy at the moment. " This is a Alex Cloudmill fanfic. This is my own take on Elizabeth and Alex meeting. All characters belong to Starstable Online.
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