Champton Halliwell.

I'm a runner. That's what the Soldier's called me. One day, I'm here, and the next, I'm gone. FC: Evan Peters.

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

Damn my writer.

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

I plan on making an appearance, once my writer return home later this afternoon. See ya later, Panem!

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

Night!

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

#NightPanem

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

#prayforboston

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

Night!

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

#SeductiveSunday

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

#RIPJacob

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

#NightPanem

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

I'll reply tomorrow, @SparrowPN4. I'm sorry, I never saw your reply.

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

Seeing as how my writer has a million accounts, I'll only come on to reply to RP's. Sorry. Heh.

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

#Offline

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

Hey, @EmiliaPN9. I'm cool, right.

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

My TL has been dead for 16 minutes. Whoa.

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

(I accidentally forgot the password to this account. Heh.)

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

-- begin walking in her direction.] Hey! @SparrowPN4

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

-- so confused, and constantly gazing at one another? Without further hesitation, I push myself off the counter, and -- (@SparrowPN4)

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

-- Why? Why was she acting so.. So strange? Something must have occurred in the past. Otherwise, why would we both be -- (@SparrowPN4)

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

-- hanging awfully low. So low, actually, that she's clumsily walking directly into the paths of other costumers. -- (@SparrowPN4)

[Champton Halliwell. @ChampPN4]

-- that she had been staring at me, and I'm pretty sure that I'd been caught myself. She's walking now, with her head -- (@SparrowPN4)