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Khloe kept her cool most of the time, but around Chrysta she couldn't help but smile. "God... i'm moving back to York. Or maybe somewhere exotic... i don't know... Like Utah." She laughed at herself. "But i guess this little festival is pretty... or whatever."

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Chrysta's smile grew when she saw her sister smile, she enjoyed being around her again and knowing she had that effect over her. "Is Utah exotic? That's so specific," she laughed. "Or whatever," she said with a smile. "It's a little extra but I don't hate that."

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Status: open

Location: Glenview Park

Fletch had lived his whole life in Thistlefield and yet he still wasn't used to the weather. He had been caught short without an umbrella, holding his arm over his head as he rushed through the park trying to reach the town square, to the safety of the cover of the local shops. He chuckled, seeing somebody else clearly having the same thought and rushing towards the town centre. He nodded towards a large oak tree, hoping that it might shelter them for a moment. "Also didn't check the weather this morning, huh?"

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Risa was no stranger to the weather. She had lived here a few years now and she'd also grown up in York. And yet, she often put fashion before logic... and didn't dress for the rain. She looked over at the man who had done exactly the same as her. Letting out a laugh. "Well, I mean. I think after this many years... I no longer check and just wear what I want to." She looked down at her shoes. "These were not made for rain."

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The Atwood parents had worked hard to raise two women who clearly enjoyed the company of people. Although Khloe was different to her sister, she did thrive off of the buzz of social events. She enjoyed the idea of the town coming together and it definitely made her having so few friends in town a little easier. She held a drink out from the stall towards her sister.

"Pretty cool." Her eyes were scanning the faces in the crowd. "Although i've yet to find my cute scottish guy with a castle... I think netflix lied to me."

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Chrysta really did enjoy having her sister here. They were different in some ways but they had always been close, she seemed to find it easy to be in her company. She smiled, taking the drink and instantly having a sip. "Hmm, good," she replied to her. "Oh, they so lied. Like, I moved to Scotland for uni and it never happened for me. And the guys I have dated, definitely did not own a castle."

Chrysta ‘Risa’ Atwood. 25. Sister. Photographer. Northern girl. Foodie. Known for blonde hairdye, art and making memories.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Full name: Chrysta Emily Atwood Character Nickname: Risa, Chrys Age: 25 Gender and pronouns: cis woman, she/her Length of stay in Thistlefield: Three years Place of birth: York, England Occupation: Photographer Three personality traits: Determined, caring, spontaneous

BIOGRAPHY

Chrysta was determined and full of life from a young age. She was born in York to a loving and close-knit family. Her parents were both doctors who had opened up their own private medical practice in a small town and her childhood was both busy and content. She was never a child who enjoyed riding a bike or climbing trees, she could always be found sketching or using her dad’s old camera to take pictures everywhere she went. She is so close to her who is five years older, though she has always taken it on herself to look after her too.

Chrys was happy growing up. She had her sister who was her best friend, her parents who supported and loved them unconditionally and she made the most of every opportunity given to her. She was particularly close to her dad who shares her love for photography and cooking and he always encouraged her. She enjoyed school, she was artistic, smart and had a lot of friends. She thrived in her teens, winning art competitions and applying for university in Glasgow at eighteen.

She studied art and photography and finally found her thing as a freelance photographer. She is a talented artist and sometimes does illustrations and graphics for extra money. She often pushed limits and as a child she was always a little reckless and this has continued into her adult life. She’s spontaneous and loves doing new things, she doesn’t let much hold her back in life.

She enjoyed being in the city and when she graduated, she found herself an apartment in the small town of Thistlefield where she already had family in Scotland. This is where she has been the last three years. She now manages a photography studio and takes photographs for engagements, weddings and other events. Her sister recently came crashing back into her life and she has instantly taken over the role of supporting her and wanting to help her.

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Fletch watched the blonde the paintbrush still in his hand. "Thanks, I considered a handprint but then realised I was over the age of 12." he paused, watching the man beside him step back and observe his own handprint he had been adding to the canvas. Fletch gave the stranger a nod, chuckling as he turned away. "That's deep as fuck... Not sure it's for me though. I'm more of a... hand-drawn kind of guy." Fletch had briefly attended art school, before dropping out long before he'd ever got his diploma.

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The blonde smiled, eyes glancing between the guy and the canvas. "There's no age limit on expressing yourself," she said, pointing at him. Though she couldn't hold back her own laugh when he laughed at the stranger. "So mean," she joked. "Well, I'm a deep girl. Not just a pretty face." Risa smiled once more. "In all honesty, I prefer sketches too. I love pretty landscapes and capturing people."

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Fletch stared ahead at the canvas. It was beautiful he would give it that, but he wasn't intending to let that show on his features. He bit his tongue, raising a brow as he approached it with a cigarette in his hand. Was he actually expected to put his handprint on it? Or perhaps his signature. He sighed. It might be a bad look, but it probably would be good for business. He took a paint brush, beginning to draw his signature.

"Yeah... my old man will probably love it." he nodded to the canvas. "not this though, he'd call this a mess."

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Risa glanced over the canvas before looking back over at the boy. She saw his slight hesitations and smiled to herself. "Pretty signature." She stepped forward. "Well, to be honest, art takes many forms. The chaos and the mess, it's like a representation of all the differences of the people in town."

Open starter Location: The Thistlefield Tapestry

The blonde hated the cold, the dark mornings and the way the icy air bit at her skin. Though she couldn't deny how beautiful it all looked and the fresh smell. That made it all worth it. Camera around her neck, she snapped pictures of the residents as they bought food and took part in the town's many winter activities. She stepped back from the tapestry, a smile on her face as she took a picture of it.

"How cool, huh? Just everyone coming together for this? So many people and generations in one place," she said to the person beside her.