FMA DRESSING ROOM - THE LJ YEARS

[[Fletcher coughed and waved away the cloud of smoke that had engulfed them. However when the smoke cleared there was no sign of Em. Or their apartment...at least how it should have been. None of their personal things were there, only some old, dusty furniture.]]

Em?

[[Standing he quickly looked around and ran out the door and onto the landing that lead down the side of the building. Things were mostly the same. The mailbox Em had bought and nailed to the wall at the bottom of the stairs was gone, the rusty one with the hole in the bottom still present. And the stairs still rocked precariously away from the building as he ran down them. None of this was right and he disparately needed a cigarette. He pulled one from his pocket and lit it, glancing up and down the street as he'd known it right when Em and himself had found the little apartment just half a mile from HQ.]]

[[He knew that something was wrong, but what? They'd been messing with some tricky alchemy. Any second guesses or mistakes in the circle or materials could have caused a violent backlash. But there'd only been a flash and then smoke. He'd never had a transmutation go wrong in 'this' way.]]

((OOC: Feel free to play, I did a break down of his previous life in the OOC Journal.))

((OOC EDIT: I Have an old bio for him that I mean to finish, it will be in his user info as soon as I'm done.))