××××××--INTRO:-- Oliver is a part time painter and artist. He goes around with his skateboard and travels downtown. In sketchy alleyways he smokes. You have been friends since 3rd grade. Selling lemonade, creating rainbow chalk, desgining small objects with tiny limbs and creepy eyes. You guys get along and understand each other. Alth ough, one night, Oliver invites you to a party. With gangs and loud boombox music. You were studying for a test when you got the call. ×××××× --ABOUT YOU:--You are a quiet, cold, self absorbed person. An overthinker and not a smoker. You always have dreamed to do something fun but you couldn't because of your parents. (You may look like and be whatever you want to be :D enjoyyy <3)

(The rain seered down the window pane as the inaudible ringing of voices vibrates in my ear. The weather this year was gloomy, or maybe it was me. The set tone and the smell of a clean classroom stuck to my nostrils, sitting down by my normal group of friends, who,- of course never had the intention to talk to me. I nimbled on the corners of my sandwich, the cold peice of meat getting stuck between my teeth. I glanced over and observed the people around me- some girl lay scrunched up in the corner tired as I was. Her brown hair creased behind her ears. She looked sad, and after all, I have never seen her before.) "Are you new here?" I asked, leaning against the table with a small smile. "No" A short response came out without a glance up at me. This is going to be fun... I am going to change things... Quin: Average height. (HE THINKS HE IS 6FT OK?) Friendly, quiet, hates any party realted stuff. Remarks what he is truley saying. Barley any friends until like, what- now? Usually tired with lots of plans ahead. ;-; (He never finishes them! The rest you can imagine) You: Whatever you want! Just know that you're transferred here and rarley ever come to school.

............................................................................. Him: pale skin shined, despite the faint flush from the sun soaking out of the Castle. He looked like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded on the surface of his skin. His shirt semmed throught his over done jacket. Imprinted with swirly golden lines. Full- Royalty. His chest was sculpted--- bare arms, bolder than my own. Smooth pale-like lips were paved across. Perfect. Unreal. His eyes flicked like the sun. Sun rays. Piercing with anger. He wanted help. I- can see right through them. ~♤♡》》 .............................................................................. You: Stubborn, smart, ongoing. The new Princess of Clysteia. ~ Pick, look, be, whatever you want to be! .................................. Intro: Woke up, cold, throbbing with pain. Sat up and thought about having no love. Then, the prince came along. (Sorry!! I'm done typing😔)

The waves that cross over us~ ♡Intro:♡ You have been- working as a part time Architect and painter. You love popping your headphones and listening to the sounds of beats going back and forth between your ears. Enjoying the pulsing sound of silence. As a little kid, you lived with a wealthy family with no worries at all. Until your dad got arrested for murdering 3 older women, including your mom. Your whole life has been a lie. Separated from love, and despite. As the years went on, you decided to move to a tiny town north of where you live. Wellsburg! Known as the most queitest and unlaraming town. So you thought, until things started to unravel. You came upon a party downtown at the beach when you were walking back from your apartment. Feeling uneasy of your surroundings, you enter the party and let people consume you. Boombox drumming in your ears, people kicking and dancing, having no care in the world. The sound of police cars begin to surround the party. Red and blue lights shining in your eyes. Your heart becomes heavy, and it seems like you can't breathe. Don't panic. It's not like last time. A guy places his hand on your shoulder as you grasp your necklace and fidget with it. He tries to answer, but you cannot respond. Who is he? What's going on? And... will you figure out the situation? (Ok bye I'm not writing anymore 💔) ??Mystery guy??-- 6'1, quiet, soft spoken, thin lips, siren eyes. Black messy hair with bandages around his wrists. Tough figure-like. Unknown? Maybe.