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“You know, I feel like this would be more fun, if I had someone to go with… wow, now I just sound like a complete loner, sorry.”

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❛ Ah, it’s fine. I get it, trust me. It might also help if I was in my

teens. Then I would’t mind blowing money on balloon darts. ❜

#; &&. conv #; &&. w y a t t prior

“I’ve got to stop eating all the cotton candy,” Bradley groaned as he got off of one of the picnic tables set out for the public, belly full of sweets. “Oh– Sorry, was I in your way?”

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❛ No--well, yes. I wanted to sit here, but you can stay, I’ll

find elsewhere to sit. ❜

Iliana shook her head and made a waving gesture with her hands. She switched

the hand she was holding her funnel cake with and started to look for other seats.

#; &&. conv #; &&. b r a d l e y jensen

“Do people actually still go to these? Pyro will always try to be a united community – something it’s not.”

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❛ What do you mean by that? It’s a perfect idea for families, to go out

and ride rides and eat food they’re not supposed to. It’s nice. ❜

#; &&. conv #; &&. k e v i n hwang

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Wow!

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This place looks amazing!

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❛ It does! I’m honestly shocked at how nice it is. ❜

#; &&. conv #; &&. J a y l e a n Dockers

“I don’t know why I let myself get talked into this.”

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❛ Into what? Who would talk you into something you wouldn’t

want to do? ❜

#; &&. conv #; &&. h u g h davis

Of course the festival is in my favorite stargazing spot. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t bring my telescope.

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❛ You’re into stars? That’s neat; do you study them or just watch them? ❜

#; &&. m a r y carter #; &&. conv

Where do they live? A house, an apartment, a friend’s couch?

Iliana lives in an apartment just outside of the downtown area, alone.

What are their decorations like? Modern? Eclectic? 20th Century Gothic?

She would consider her decor modern, blank colors with slashes of bright colors. Eclectic throw pillows and paintings on the walls. There are some passed down things she brought with her from her parents and some silly teenage things she kept in her old room.

Does your character live alone? Do they like it?

Iliana lives alone and she enjoys it, but she wishes there was someone else to light up the house with and keep it warm. It makes her lonely most nights, but then again, she is hardly home as she picks up shifts to avoid feeling lonely in her apartment.

Does your character prefer a clean house or livable chaos?

Very clean, except her closet, which is a mess. Everything has a place and it should be put there. Her most hated thing is dirty dishes in her sink.

Does your character hang many pictures of their family?

She does have many photos of her family and friends, she has a whole table dedicated towards family photos where she places her keys and shoes. Although where photos of her family used to make her happy, it now makes her feel insecure, as now she is around her blood family and that makes her think differently on it all. Those photos could easily be replaced with other people.

How does your character feel about their neighbors? How do their neighbors feel about them?

Most of her neighbors are very quiet, they mind their own business and say hello in passing. There is one couple below Iliana that argues any time Ili is trying to sleep, but she finds it soothing after a while. She’s very private and is sure her neighbors feel the same way as she does about them.

What’s your character’s favorite thing about their home? Their least favorite?

Her favorite thing is her privacy. She does not like the location and an apartment is not her dream home.

If your character could move anywhere in the world where would they live?

She dreams of living in Ireland, or somewhere like that. Cliffs and water and cold weather.

Do they like their home?

She likes it better than the alternative of living with Naomi, when she admitted made her feel uncomfortable and awkward.

#nw: development #; &&. They can break our hearts they won't take our souls

Cuts, Blood, and Cake ❂

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Naomi said to practice in private. She’d said to do the simple things at home and together they’d practice the hard things. Of course, Iliana would practice her magic alone, she was a perfectionist and once she was learning something new, she dedicated herself to it. Of course, most times she practiced, with Naomi and without, Iliana was left in tears, unable to control whatever she was trying to do. But moving objects--that, was something she was getting better at. The smaller the better, and Iliana was trying to use it in regular use.

For now, Iliana was supposed to use a gem to gather her magic, one which she kept on her almost always. Whenever she practiced, she got insanley nervous, as if she was doing something bad and was scared she was going to get caught by the police--or her mom.

Iliana looked around, outside her apartment complex people were scarce, and if there was someone walking by, they were too busy on their phone to notice her or the fact she’d been standing outside in once spot, staring at her steps for the past fifteen minutes. She could easily move the rock that had almost made Iliana fall down the three concrete steps and break her ankle with her hands, but magic seemed like a better choice.

Which meant it was a bad idea.

She focused, said some words she remembered from before, and the rock had twitched, then it flew. Not into the bushes next to the stairs, but flew into the air, making an arc in the air, and hitting someone in the face as the were walking in Iliana’s direction. They yelped and fell down.

Her first instinct was to run to the person who fell.

Then she teared up, guilty.

And then she apologized profusely.

❛ I’m so sorry, I’m s o sorry. Let me look, I’m a nurse. ❜

The cut bled profusely, but that’s didn’t scare Iliana away. She searched her bag for some tissues and hand sanitizer. She cleaned her hands, tilted back their head and dabbed the cut.

❛ It’s not that bad. ❜

She made a sigh of relief.

❛ It’s just a superficial bleed, but you’re going to need stitches. I can do that. My apartments right here. ❜

It was almost a plead, her eyes wide and her face in pain; it was the least she could do.

#; &&. para #nw: open

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Tiger Lily││Jaylean & ???

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As the sun fell over trees and the moon rose, Jaylean wandered about the empty, yet lit up neighborhood. Families sat inside their houses; the parents were in their offices, while their children sat in their rooms playing video games or attempting homework. Stopping in front of a house, Jaylean looked up at the slightly familiar white house with dark-blue trim. It brought her back to her childhood; the house of her parents when they actually traveled together, only for them to leave on business. Placing her sketchbook in her lap, she pulled a pencil out of her messy bun and began to scribble away at the page, using her fingers to smudge out shadows and another pencil for lighting. After about fifteen minutes of constant scribbling, Jaylean pulled back and placed her sketchbook in her bag and carried on with her walk. She didn’t want to be overwhelmed with feelings.

Jaylean headed away from town and toward After Dark, the many sparkles on her dress catching the light from light posts around town. It wasn’t all that casual, but it wasn’t extremely dressy either. Jaylean was never one to be very ornate, especially after she moved into her uncle’s. The two were extremely casual, wearing mostly hoodies and sweatpants around the house and only wearing jeans and nice shirts when going out. Coming up to After Dark, she stepped inside and pulled her hair from out her bun. Golden curls fell over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. She placed the pencils back in her bag and headed toward the host. After getting her reservation figured out, she headed to her single spot and waited for her waiter.

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Iliana was filled with anxiety. So much, that it was rubbing off onto others, making them not sit next to her as they waited for their upcoming reservations or dates to show up. She was conciously aware of it and took deep breaths to calm herself. She even pinched the base of her index and middle finger to relax herself as she read it did so in many articles at her workplace. But nothing would stop the rush of anxiety and nervousness that came with her dinner tonight.

She had already messed up the night by dressing down. Shorts that looked like a skirt in the front and a loose blouse. She wanted to impress her family and her mentor, not have them look down on her. Not that they would, Iliana was sure, but the thought still lingered. She had only known them for a short amount of time; she spent little time with each, except Naomi whom she spent the majority with. But tonight Naomi had said it was “time to indulge.” She didn’t know what there was to indulge on or what there was to go to a fancy place to eat at, but Naomi insisted Iliana show up. Of course, she didn’t know if anyone else but Naomi was coming, and that let her mind wander to those who could show up--and that was terrible.

One by one people sat down next to Iliana and as a minute passed, they moved. Tired of it all, Iliana looked at who sat next to her next--someone familiar, someone she met briefly.

❛ My anxiety is contagious, unless you’re immune, you’re probably going to want to move to another chair. ❜

#; &&. para #; &&. J a y l e a n Dockers