Days

Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

Noah Park // Junior

<sub>Steamed bun

((Faceclaim: Kim Go Eun // Color Code: E59866))
I think I get addicted to the feelings associated with the end of a long run. - Kristin Armstrong</sub>

Name:

Noah Park

Age & Grade:

Junior // 17

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Label:

Athlete undercover painter

Occupation:

Server at a diner, on the running team

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown, often in a ponytail
• Eyes: Darkbrown
• Height: 5.4
• Body Type: Athletic
• Clothing Style: Uniform with bow tie & black shoes. When not in uniform, comfy tracksuits with blazers and jackets, and running shoes. Going out? Comfy jeans, blouses with prints.
• Makeup Wise: Soft make up, pink/red lip stain, brown definition around the eyes, mascara.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Two anti-helix and a helix in her left ear

Personality

Noah is according to her, straightforward, doesn't beat around the bush. Others would maybe describe her as rude, but she means well. She's not the best at expressing emotions, but expresses affection in other ways, mainly by taking care, and small acts of service. If she doesn't cuss you out, she doesn't love you. She has a tendency to keep busy, always, wether it be working, running, training or doing her studies to keep her scholarship. The only time she gets her head empty and relaxes is when she paints.

Acceptance Status:

Athlete Scholarship

History

Noah is mediocre. Average, middle class and never really stood out at anything. Her parents couldn't have any more children after her, so Noah got sufficient attention from her mother, in both the good ways and the bad. Still, she couldn't complain. When her father's company went bankrupt, things changed. He garnered a hyperfocus on young Noah, who until then, liked running for fun. Her father convinced her she was destined for greater things. Unable to find a job due to some.. questionable decisions with his company, his hyper-focus on Noah kept him busy. At first, Noah liked the attention from her father, who before that, was always busy working. But then, it began to take more extreme shapes. Signing her up to a team, signing her up for competitions, and waking her up to run. He changed her diet, pushed her to be good. Noah ran for fun, but it became running from her problems. Still, she didn't want to let her father down. She liked the winning, she liked being good at something. Besides, running was healthy. Noah was also a mediocre middle schooler, and when her father caught word of a scholarship to send Noah to a prestige school, he bit onto that dream like it was his lifebuoy. At the moment Noah found her true passion, painting, it was too late, and she didn't want to let her father down.

Getting that scholarship made her father proud. So proud he threw a party. Noah finally felt some relief, hoping that she could talk to him about her other passions. Especially when moving into the housing at the school, she thought things might go better and she would be able to pursue other interests at well.

But that was foolish thinking because still asks for her times, and her food regimen, and texts her detailed workout plans.

And all Noah wants to do is paint.

While she's on a scholarship, her family's financial status has dropped since the company issue, and Noah works quite some shifts at the diner with her best friend, who also works there.

Extras:

• Luggage: A MacBook, ereader, earbuds and headphones. A funky analogue alarm clock. Her iPhone. a Switch console. A couple of pairs of running shoes. Assortment of yoga pants, sweatpants, and tracksuits. Her clothes. Athletic tape. A set of expensive paintbrushes Noah saved up for. A sweater stolen from her friend Erik.
• Extracurricular Activities: Track Team
• ➸ Going to the gym ➸ going running ➸ painting ➸ hanging out with friends ➸ bullying her best friend Erik➸

Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

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Rhys Park

"_{It ain't the letting go, it's more about the things that you take with}"

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______________________________________ N A M E : Rhys Seo-Jun Park G E N D E R : cis Male A G E / D O B : 27, August 12 S E X U A L I T Y : Bisexual || Single P L A C E O F B I R T H : Los Angeles, California E M P L O Y M E N T : Writer || Part-time Barista A P P E A R A N C E D E T A I L S : H E I G H T : 5'11 W E I G H T : 182 H A I R : Brown-ish E Y E S : Black S K I N T O N E : Fair M O D S : N/A S T Y L E : Casual, Grandpa Inspired, Vintage, Dark Academia P E R S O N A L I T Y : Stubborn ☾ Adventurous ☾ Resourceful ☾ Kind ☾ Confident ☾ Friendly ☾ Nonchalant Since he could remember, there isn't much that ever bothered Rhys much. He has always been the person to go with the flow, always open to new adventures and endeavors. He's easy with a smile, and even easier to approach. L I K E S : Reading all sorts of material, fantasy books are his favorite. Spicy foods, to the point your lips go numb and you're crying. Playing the piano, his parents pushed him to learn, and over time liked it. Dancing, ever since he learned he has liked dancing salsa. Learning about new things, be it about music, art, writing, or food. D I S L I K E S : Sour candy or foods, he doesn't like the taste of it much People who force things on to others, no matter what it is Spiders, he has a bit of a phobia but won't admit to it Rats, the same as above. H A B I T S : When in deep concentration, he pushed his glasses up his nose. He tends to play video games late into the night and always regrets it in the morning. She works out every other day and usually in the mornings. F E A R S : Spiders and rats. He has always been scared of them and will not admit it to anyone. That he will never be able to write. B A C K G R O U N D : Nestled between the edge of Korea Town and El Salvador Corridor, there stood in a corner the Park's small market– Park & Mart. Rhys grew up in the little market surrounded by its plaster walls. The rows of snacks, pre-packed pastries, and canned goods offered ample ways for the boy's imagination to flourish. The air conditioner, older than him, was a dragon. It watched over the store, guarding it and greeting every customer with a roar when the door opened. Adventures from all over the world spoke languages he'd never heard, and others spoke in the familiar tones he knew from upstairs. As he grew, the store and his parents stayed the same. The walls, the food, the snacks, and the AC all slowly began to shift in his mind. Day by day, the walls felt as if they were closing in on him. Trapping him and swallowing him whole with no way out. Suffocated by the expectations trusted upon him by his parents who didn't even know him. Rhys wasn't interested in math, or science, or English, or Korean. He wanted to read and spend the hours of the day with a book deep in the pages of a fantasy novel. To experience adventures in faraway lands, battling for the good of the world, slaying monsters, and delivering justice upon it with a swing of his sword. He began writing when he turned ten. He started in a notebook his mother bought him for his birthday. He'd filled it with stories of his favorite characters, be it from books or shows, or movies. Slowly every page was filled with his writing until he had run out of space. Then another notebook, followed by another and another. Looked like the Parks had a future novelist, and so far he has been living up to it. Shortly after college Rhys he wrote a short fantasy story of Korean Gwisin or ghosts. It gained enough attention to put his name out to the world and gain a small following. Two years later he wrote, "Letters to the Jeosung Saja". It became his top-selling book and gained the title of New York's Best Seller. That was three years ago. Now, Rhys has been struggling to even get a word into paper or Google Docs. Nothing he does sparks inspiration. Everything is bleak and colorless. And worst of all– he doesn't know what is wrong with him or where this sudden stump came from.

_{O T H E R :}

• _{He can speak Korean, English, and whatever curse words he picks up from Liliana.}
• _{Always carries a notebook with him in case inspiration strikes. So far he only has one page filled.}

@Pyxis

Noo cause the way I have a crush on Dong Wook is unreal, haha.

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Location: Appartment 4B. Sadie's and Ember's apartment.
Interactions: Sadie @Sailorsadie

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What to even expect from a potluck? A pot of luck. Strange English word. Ember heard the satisfying click of the container she was closing, filled with the good stuff. She had been wrecking her brain for a couple of days trying to decide on what to bring, what even was appropriate. "Bring food." Christian had told her, while the two of them were at the gym last week. Ember had nodded in agreement, and an exciting feeling crept up her spine. She appreciated her next door neighbour and gym bud for inviting her. This would be her first event or party, or however, you would like to call a gathering like this, since living alone. Well, not alone, with Sadie.

Aside from that, her first Thanksgiving.

Ember looked down at her handiwork. In a now closed container was her homemade tompouchen. It couldn't get more Dutch than that. It was sweet yellow pastry cream wedged between two layers of puff pastry, the rectangle shape iconic as well. Usually sold with pink frosting on top, Ember had made it orange to represent her country. She smiled to herself and hoped people would like it. The dish was notoriously delicious, and a challenge to eat without having pastry cream all over your face.

Another container held cubed-up Gouda cheese. Actually from Gouda. Hard to come by, in America.

Her stomach growled loudly, Ember looked up at the clock. It was almost time. Christian had been cooking literally all day, and Ember and Sadie had the pleasure to live right next to him and his roommate. The apartment was filled with smells all day, and Ember had been trying to not eat too much, a hint she was given to prepare for Thanksgiving.

Now there was only one thing left to do. What to wear? What do people wear to Thanksgiving? A potluck? Ember had gone the embarrassing route to actually google that sentence, but it didn't bring her much luck, except for 'pants that your food baby can grow in'. And she wasn't sure if she had anything flattering like that. In any case, her fashion was different from people from here, but she also found some sort of hybrid between her Dutch fashion and LA fashion. Jeans were a staple, as were printed blouses. Usually sneakers. Casual with a bit of.. flair.

Ember left the containers as is for a moment as she trailed back to her bedroom. Her bedroom calmed her, it was the first room she was able to make totally hers again, nothing like Jack's apartment where she couldn't do shit, change anything or make it a home for herself. She barely got a drawer to put her things in. Here, in her room, she had a cosy queen-sized bed, fairy lights adorning the wall behind it. And old thrived dresser she painted mintgreen across from it. Behind it, Ember had painted a massive yellow sun. It made her happy, waking up to that. The drawers were a bit wonky, but it was spacious and Ember didn't have a buttload of clothes anyways. Not like her roommate, who seemed to not own a single pair of pants, but a massive assortment of skirts and heels.

Chuckling to herself, Ember opened a drawer. It was strange, living with her roommate. They were opposites in so many ways, but in a sense, Sadie did manage to pull out the parts in Ember that she had hidden or didn't know were there. The more outward parts, the exact parts Jack had destroyed by keeping her in his apartment. At first, Ember was terrified. Sadie was a force to be reckoned with, and Ember's very soul had been cracked by what she went through.

Still, Sadie healed her a little bit. And Christian too. One of Ember's goals to lose her fear of LA was to go to the gym, but in a way, it terrified her too much. She was fine going to the gym before, but after everything that happened... Then, when Christian had caught her awkwardly standing outside the gym looking in, she recognised him as her neighbour. He invited her in, and they had been regularly working out together ever since. Ember even went alone now too.

She took a deep breath of air before closing the drawer again. She had come a long way, since Jack, since the isolation, scared of everything out there. She could handle a fucking putlock. The young Dutch woman looked down at herself. But not in this outfit.

With a small groan, already feeling Sadie's reaction in her bones (Sadie had often offered a style up, Ember had always declined), Ember knocked on Sadie's bedroom door and opened it, leaning against the doorframe and locking eyes with her roommate. "Fine. I concede. Could you please help me pick an outfit for tonight?"

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Harper Sweetlake

_{Location: Kitchen, Sweetlake residence. Outside, Gazebo}

Timeframe Just before 2

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_{Interaction(s): Holly @Kuro, Kit @Martian, Jason @Force and Fury, Alena and Carson @Starlance}

Previously: Here

Harper peeked through the blinds of the kitchen window, watching Axel leave the house. Mixed feelings occupied her mind, having earlier told Axel that she'd stay inside, only would hop over to Holly to bring the food. And Holly was just two houses over, past the graves. Safe, right? But... the Gazebo was right across Holly. So technically..

Harper shook her head. She can try and justify it in her head but she still kind of lied to Axel, something she doesn't do. Still, she wasn't about to miss out on the meeting at the Gazebo. Not just because it would be important for their survival, but also because she missed people. She missed her friends, Holly, Lee, Kit, Jason, hell even Davey. The others, too. The young woman pursed her lips as she thought about them. It won't be normal, like before. Can't joke around like before, talking about where to go to college, talk about crushes, new music, all the good stuff.

Nope, she wouldn't let herself sink there. It wasn't like her, anyways. Seeing Axel's frame disappear from her view, she let the blinds slip from her fingers and turned around. The bag she had filled earlier, with food for Holly, was standing by the kitchen door. She looked down at her phone, reading the messages that had come in, and Holly's thank you message. She'd convey her thanks to Axel later. With a deep breath in, and then out, Harper took the bag for Holly. Next to it, was a backpack that held a bottle of water and a bag of chocolate chip cookies baked by Axel. While Harper was sad that the ingredients were going bad, and that it forced Axel to mass-bake everything, she wasn't about to say no to cookies. She'd share them with the group.

By the front door, she tugged on her boots, the leather protective of her ankles in the April breeze. After putting on her jacket, she opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. Almost like a criminal, she crouched and walked like that towards the porch fence, peering around for Axel, or any non-alive people. Her eyes landed on the house in front of hers again, where Kit and Harry lived. She'd berate Kit later about ignoring her.

When she couldn't see her brother on the street anymore, having turned into the clinic, Harper stood up. She raised her hands above her hair and tied her hair into a ponytail before walking down the steps and toward the street. She past the Graves house first, crossing the street there toward the Sparlings. her mind thinking of Jason. A smile played on her face, thinking about her classmate. Then, past the Holloways. Her friend Holly, god how she missed hanging out. With all of them, frankly.

Walking toward the Gazebo, she spotted two figures already there. She didn't recognise them as any of her friends, but as she came closer, she recognised them as Velero's tenants. They came by The Greenhouse sometimes. With a bit of effort, Harper was sure she'd still remember their regular orders. When coming closer, she noticed Jason was within the Gazebo too, along with his siblings Lika and Winnie.

With a relieved smile on her face, she stepped on the gazebo steps and looked at those present. "Hey." She said to them.

Taking her phone from her back pocket, she looked at the time. 1:55. People should be showing up by now.

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

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Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Axel Sweetlake

_{Location: Kitchen, Sweetlake Residence}

Timeframe Morning

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Here

Sometime later, Axel stared at several loaves of bread and a tray of pastries. He wasn't sure what to do with them yet, but he did know some of his ingredients were going to go off if he didn't use them, to make bread. At least now he could freeze the bread, or feed some of the other people on the street. Harper had been asking to bring some food to the Holloways again. A regular thing their father started doing after the passing of Jill Holloway. Paul came in and just handed dishes to Harper, ordering her to take them to Holly "just because". But the three of them knew how hard the passing of Jill was on the family. Axel cursed himself a little, he had been slightly slacking in this duty that he took over from his father.

The young cook made a mental note to ensure to make a dish for the family later in the day.

Ingredients were dwindling though. Axel knew he still had ingredients at his apartment above The Greenhouse, and in the freezer in the restaurant. Given that it hadn't been raided yet. He was hesitant though, the sound of this night was more in that direction. And he wouldn't be going there alone. Frankly, going outside today to Delenay, which was just across the street and three buildings over, already scared him. The things he'd seen... no. He shook away the image of the happenings at the market.

Axel washed his hands as his eyes wandered to the Apple Danish pastries on the tray, still cooling down. Someone's favourite. He'd have to take some of them with him if he was going to visit her today, no sense in putting that off any longer. He put two of them in a paper bag.

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Harper Sweetlake

_{Location: Harper's bedroom, Kitch, Sweetlake residence}

Timeframe Morning

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_{Interaction(s): Holly Hollowway @Kuro, Survival Squad Group Chat}

Previously: Here

Harper knocked on the window again, but apparently, it was a little too far away for Kit to hear her. Defeated, she turned back and sat down at the window seat. She picked up her logbook again.

Sometime later, a familiar ding sounded from her desk. Her phone just went off. For the second time, Harper put down her notebook and walked back over to her desk. She had two messages, one of them already send earlier in the day. She opened the first one, a new group app called "Survival Squad", the name made her smile and she scrolled through the group's participants. The seniors, Carlo's tenants... Davey too. She read the text and closed the app for now. She had no way of confirming right now, she didn't know if Axel would let her out like that.

Harper switched to the other group she got messages in. A message in the senior's group app, those who live in Mulberry Road, the "gang". She chuckled a little to herself. The group was first just for her, Lee & Holly. But they added others to the mix eventually. Her chuckle dwindled from her face as soon as she wrote the messages in the group, though. It hit some kind of reality for her she didn't want. Call her naive, but she didn't want to think about the moment that food would run out.

Maybe this could be an excuse for her to leave at 2. Phone in hand, the sunny teenager walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, where Axel was putting Apple Danishes into a paper bag. She snorted to herself, she knew damn well who those were for, even if Axe thinks she knows nothing. "Hey masterchef, feeding orphanages like the saint you are?" Harper joked as she raised herself up to sit on the counter of the kitchen island. She looked at several loaves of bread and a tray of pastries. It felt kinda weird, making so much food that would go bad so fast, but Harper knew the ingredients themselves were about to go bad. She grabbed a croissant and took off a piece with her other hand.

"Smartass." Axel said as he turned towards her.

Harper winked at him and finished her bite before speaking again. "Holly seems to be running out of food, is it okay if I bring some to her today?"

Axel sighed, his suspicions about the Holloway's food situation confirmed. "Yes, take a loaf and the leftover lasagne, there should be enough for three. Tell them I'll make more soon. There's a bag of rice too." Axel figured that then, at the very least, they could cook rice for themselves. "I'll make a bag with some stuff."

Harper noticed the slightly defeated demeanour of her brother. While they were not strapped for food yet, it would run out. The greenhouse in the garden could only provide so much and the restaurant groceries Axel had in his truck while coming here were dwindling down. Harper wondered how many supplies there were at the restaurant and Axel's apartment above.

"Don't go further than the Halloways though" Axel added, eyeing his sister. Harper nodded dutifully. Technically, the park was across from the Holloways, not *further*.

"Thanks, Axel." Harper looked at her brother. It was clear he had been working on the baking for a while, as she saw a familiar bleak expression on his face. Small beads of sweat on his forehead. She wondered about his sugar level right now but knew better than to ask. Axel, however, noted her looking and knew exactly where his sister's thoughts went.

"I'm going to the clinic later today, around 2. Don't worry, okay?" Axel said, as he turned around and grabbed a plastic shopping bag, putting the bag of rice in there already.

Harper was worried. Especially since Axel has such an adversion to leaving the home, but today he's going to. In any case, Axel leaving is good timing for Harper. She left the kitchen and unlocked her phone again.

Text Message to the Mulberry Gang

Text Message to the Survival Squad

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Ember Lief

Ember Lief

Maan de Steenwinkel | #E59866

“I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground.”^___Alice Merton

➵ | NAME |

Ember Sterre Lief (pronounces like leaf, means sweet)
Leaf, Amberleigh (because Ember Leigh is sometimes hard to pronounce for Americans)

➵ | DATE OF BIRTH |

May, 4th (Zodiac)

➵ | AGE |

24

➵ | GENDER |

Female

➵ | SEXUALITY |

Bisexual

➵ | RELATIONSHIP STATUS |

Single and ready to mingle

➵ | PLACE OF BIRTH |

The Hague, The Netherlands

➵ | APPEARANCE DETAILS |

HEIGHT: 5,7

WEIGHT: 165lb

HAIR: Dirty blonde, long and wavy

EYES: Greyblue

SKIN TONE: Light, sunkissed, freckly

CLOTHING STYLE: Casual, Parisian, Bohemian, Comfy

OTHER: Piercings: Left ear: 2x forward helix, 1 normal helix piercings, 3x lobe earrings. Right ear: 3x lobe earrings. Tattoo's: A small tattoo behind her ear with a moon and stars, a tattoo her sister Luna also has, due to their names. (Luna = Moon. Ember's second name is Sterre = stars).

| PERSONALITY |

Ember is a cheerful individual. She is often described as sunny, comforting and a little bit wacky. This especially comes into play with her job at the daycare, where the kids love her playful personality. That does not mean she doesn't have a different side. She struggles with insecurities because of her situation, being in a different country and away from what she knows. Cultural differences hit her hard sometimes, and this is often noticeable by others who may perceive Ember as too blunt, or too forward, as beating around the bush is not something Ember does. This sometimes causes communication issues, and the thought that people may dislike her weighs heavy on her. She is in limbo on whether to remain here in LA or to go back home to the Netherlands. Which results in anxiety about life choices and small choices, such as the break up with her ex.

The people in Ember's life are important to her, and thus she'll often ensure they feel that way, through small acts of kindness, remembering things and random professions of love and caring.

| LIKES |

• Anything caramel flavoured
• Cooking for others (Feeding is a love language)
• Playing video games
• Coffee
• Social activities, having friends around
• Her cat, Sky
• Funky printed socks
• Anything with watermelon print on it
• Going to the gym
• Plants, massive amounts of plants

| DISLIKES |

• Anything with cilantro in it
• Gambling (and people who gamble)
• Immature people
• Getting flowers
• Guns

| HABITS |

• She tends to talk to her plants like she talks to the children at the daycare
• Checks her phone a lot for messages from people who will not be messaging her anyways
• Likes going on bike rides (Yes, in Los Angeles.. it's in her Dutch blood okay?)
• Has no issues with going to restaurants and cafe's on her own for dinner or coffee

| FEARS |

• The ocean (thalassaphibia)
• Cabs
• Flying (especially over water)
• LA at night

| BACKGROUND |

Ember grew up in the Netherlands, in a quaint village together with her mom, dad and sister Luna. She led an average life without real ups or downs. While in university to become a teacher, she spend her spare time either gaming online or hanging out with friends in town. Due to a housing crisis in her country, she kept living at home while at college. This was okay though, as she liked spending time with her sister, especially during the growing unease her parents were having with each other. While in the midst of a divorce, Ember fled more and more to online gaming and eventually met a boy. I know, cliché right? That cliché didn't occur to Ember though, who fell head over heels for this American boy who lived in the City of Angels. Soon, they became long-distance boyfriend and girlfriend. Escaping her life in the Netherlands became more and more of a fairytale, an ideal dream to live in America, with her boyfriend, Jack. To experience Los Angeles, America, hell, even a Walmart was exciting for Ember. She dropped her education, job and friends as she braved her fear of flying and the ocean to take that plane, fly to him. Everything suddenly seemed perfect, a real dream come true.

But it wasn't like that. Jack spends a lot of time working & being away with friends, leaving Ember to fend for herself a lot of time. The city became increasingly scarier to her, especially at night. It didn't take long before she became isolated in Jack's apartment, alone and scared, and her "American Dream" came crashing down on her. She felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, feeling unable to live or work. Going back didn't feel like an option, as she had dropped everything and everyone back home.

While grabbing some mail in Jack's apartment building's lobby, she ran into a friendly neighbour called Mia. Mia was her age and they took a liking to each other right away. She and her boyfriend, Ryan, invited Ember on outings, movies, and restaurants end explained the city to her. Slowly, Ember got her trust and confidence back. Mia worked at a local daycare centre, and with some creative administration, luck and charm, they hired Ember and arranged a working VISA for her. This independence and the gaining of self-worth caused her to finally jump Jack, whom she found out was also cheating on her with someone else.

Due to her job, Ember found an apartment of her own and started socialising with the people on her floor and in her building. She is becoming more and more like her sunny self.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Pending...

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

<Snipped quote by Days>

I promise that I'm not doing it intentionally. I'm getting to the age where I need glasses but Ember is accepted and please move her over whenever you can.

@Silent Whispers

I a 100% didn't think you were. Honestly she was hidden above a normal message and a gif so no worries. Thanks so much, I'll move her over!

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

@Silent Whispers You passed over my sheet. Which can happen, you had to catch up on so much. Good to hear the bday was good!