Oh Lawrence, what have you done now?
Lawrence is the younger brother of Rolan, Dingo's 'friend'. Lawrence is almost always depressed or upset, but he has his moments. The scar above his left eye is from a surgery he was forced to have 2 years ago. They never told him, they never asked him. They just tied him up one day, dragged him to the hospital, put him to sleep (which isn't an easy task), and started the operation. See, two years ago, he wasn't as quiet as he is now. Back then, he was a monster. The terror of the town, if you will. At night, he would crawl out the window and take off down the street. He was fascinated by gears and clockwork. He would always have plenty of gears with him at all times. Some mornings, the news stations would report finding someone dead on the street, organs replaced with gears. Needless to say, everyone knew who did it, but there wasn't any evidence. There was one time Rolan found a few 'modified' weapons laying around Lawrence's room. That was when their mother decided to go for brain surgery. They would just simply remove the memories of a few years and, just to be extra sure, destroy all the previous records of his past. They tried to change everything they knew about him; his name, where he lived, who he knew. But they couldn't change everything. Lawrence, or whatever his name is, still wears a gear around his neck. He found it in one of the pillowcases when he was unpacking his possessions when they moved. Thinking it would be alright, no one said anything. But he's bound to remember something eventually, right? And when he does. . . St. Louis, be warned. Varokaa, there's a monster walking your streets, living in your life, and breathing your air. Heaven help us.
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I wrote this storyline for the picture I drew of Lawrence that I just uploaded on DeviantArt. I hadn't planned to write it out, but it just happened.
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