Melissa

Rosefell High.

Liv’s gaze had followed the redhead- now identified as Tyler Jane- to the dance floor, so she didn’t notice when someone approached her and began to strike up a conversation. Spinning around to face them, the blonde tried to hide the subtle blush that had splashed across her cheeks as a result of his compliment. She had remembered JayVaughn from class before he had even brought it up- the boy had a warm smile that was not hard to recall - but she still wasn’t used to getting attention from anyone, more specifically suitors.

The girl drummed her fingers on the granite countertop nervously, mustering a response after a few moments. "Yeah, I'm Olivia. Well, Liv." She looked down at the outfit she had chosen to wear before glancing back up at JJ. "Thank you, you're very sweet." Liv replied with a gentle smile, "What do you think of the party so far? I-"

"Alright, let's move it along now."

Almost as if his spider senses were tingling, Aiden spontaneously appeared next to his sister, slinking an arm over her shoulder casually. He had seen the beginnings of this exchange from across the room, and was already not enthused in the slightest of the impression that his younger sibling seemed to be making on their classmates. The blonde girl looked up at her brother with a grimace - why is it that he always had to intrude at the worst possible moments?

She offered JJ an apologetic expression- hopefully he could read on her face that she would have stayed and chatted if it weren't for her nuisance of a brother. "I guess I'll see you in class?" Liv stated, before being ushered away by Aiden and sternly glaring at her kin. "You didn't have to be rude, you know. He was just being nice."

"Yeah right, being nice is how it always starts..."

Rosefell High.

Tyler Jane Morrissey was tipsy.

Whether it was because of the few shots that she had taken at the pregame (plus the one she just took with the little blonde girl) or the lack of dinner she ate was anyone’s guess, but nonetheless the redhead was already feeling intoxicated. The evening was young, and she was clearly at the party to have a good time after a long first week of classes. As a Rosefell student, she was a little apprehensive about the entitled rich kids from across town joining their ranks, but from what it seemed like it was a pretty seamless transition. Plus, she really couldn't complain- she hadn't met many of them yet.

In anticipation of this being the first party of the school year, and more importantly the first Rosefell/Liberty mixer, Tyler Jane had chosen a slightly more revealing outfit than she might’ve normally worn- the black bodysuit cut out just below her chest and the jean shorts showed off her long legs. The dancer’s lithe frame was often one that people liked to admire, and her clothing choice for this evening's party welcomed it. She wanted to make an impression - after all, half of their school was now unknown to her, and that meant opportunities.

Since arriving at the house, the redhead and her friends had barely left the makeshift dance floor, only taking reprieves for snacks or shots. Tyler Jane, as always, let the music that played move her, swinging her hips and letting her hair fly freely about as she sang along to the words she knew. This was the kind of dancing that she didn't often have the chance to do- no choereography, no mirrors, just the beat and her feet carrying her. If you looked closely, you could see the fire behind her eyes as she enjoyed herself, not a care in the world.

Suddenly thirsty, Tyler Jane decided to go and indulge in another alcoholic beverage. She could worry about her hangover tomorrow, but for now, she was having too much fun to pass up more of it. In the midst of trying to locate another drink, the redhead felt herself collide with a dark-haired girl. “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Tyler Jane hurriedly apologized with an embarrassed laugh and smile before continuing on her quest to the kitchen.

Rosefell High.

_{A collab featuring: Lilith Montgomery @HaleyTheRandom & Ellie Roberts @Melissa}
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As the two girls entered the party, Lilith grabbed Ellie’s hand and led her through Christian’s house. Stopping to grab a few glowy accessories, Lilith grabbed a decent handful of bracelets and a couple of necklaces. The glow in the dark sunglasses looked quite stupid, but Lilith was sure to grab a pair of those too.

”So! What do you want to do first,” she asked, filled with excitement. Lilith was glad that she and Ellie had pregamed - otherwise her anxiety would have been going through the roof. She and crowds didn’t mix.

Ellie trailed behind Lilith as they weaved through the masses of people that filled the house, jaw slacking as she gazed at the luxurious fixtures and furniture that filled the large space. She knew that Christian was well off, but she didn’t realize how rich he actually was. This house was absolutely palatial. Realizing she was gawking, she snapped out of her daze and looked over to her friend. She was starting to feel the effects of the joint they had pregamed with, but nothing too out of the ordinary. If she was going to have fun at this party, she needed something else.

“Drinks?” Ellie suggested, motioning to the table filled with booze near the kitchen.

Lilith shrugged her shoulders. ”Drinks are good,” she mused. ”The only thing about drinking and smoking though is that you can get super fucked up super fast. So just like… know that. It’s super fun, and totally worth it. But yeah.”

The brunette nodded, understanding. “Noted.” Ellie replied, leading the way towards the beverages with a fire in her eyes. Her ears had been burning from the moment they stepped into the house; she could hear people whispering, about how she was there and so was Rico. But she tried not to pay attention as she poured herself some vodka and lemonade into a cheap solo cup. “Do you want?” The girl asked, holding out the drink to Lilith.

Eyebrows raised in surprise and Ellie led the way, Lilith took a deep breath. She was glad that her friend was opening up and trying new things - but she wasn’t happy with why Ellie was being so open. People's eyes kept darting back and forth from Ellie, to beer cups, to Rico and back. Lilith wasn’t here to judge - she was here to help, and she completely understood where Ellie was coming from. She just wished her friends' first time getting cross faded would have been at home.

”Absolutely,” Lilith replied, taking the cup from her friend. Taking a gulp, she nodded her head approvingly. Pineapple juice was always her favorite mixer for vodka, but lemonade was proving to be a close second. Pulling a blunt from her bag, Lilith sat the cup drink on the table before taking a drag. ”So what do you suggest we do first? Dance? Bouncy house? Oh! I heard there’s burgers.”

Ellie made herself the same mix with a heavy hand, taking a sip and looking around. The dance floor was crowded, and the brunette was not in the mood yet. She could move- but only after having a few drinks. The bouncy house sounded a little nauseating at the current moment, nothing like an empty stomach and alcohol to make your head spin. Her eyes continued on, searching for their next activity, until they fell on the person she had been avoiding.

There he was, in his usual party form. Rico looked unbothered; without a care in the world as he drank his troubles away like he always did. Ellie’s face paled as she watched him laugh with his friends, chatting up some girl and acting like he owned the place. Her heart ached, and she consciously tore her eyes away, looking over at Lil for a reprieve, “Up to you,” The girl replied blankly, trying to not let her inner emotions show.

Taking another drink, Lilith watched Ellie close. She had to be sure that El wouldn’t freak herself out once the alcohol and marijuanna collided. But instead of a freak out, what Lilith saw was how Ellie’s eye fell upon Rico, and how her mood changed shortly after.

”Do you want to talk about it?” she asked sympathetically. ”Or do you just want to forget all about it?”

“No,” Ellie blurted quickly, but after realizing how that must have come off, she continued, “The last thing I want tonight to be about is some stupid boy. Hell, that’s what the whole summer was about and I’m sick of dwelling on it.” The brunette explained. “I’m here with you, my best friend, and I want to enjoy myself. And so should you.”

”Heard,” she said, downing the rest of her drink. ”In that case, hit this.” Passing the blunt to Ellie, Lilith grabbed two new cups from the stack and filled them with Jungle Juice. The good thing about Jungle Juice was that it was super strong and super fruity. After all, ninety-five percent of it was alcohol. So if Ellie wanted to get fucked up, then that’s what she was going to get.

”I don’t want to make tonight about guys either,” she stated. ”But that doesn’t mean that we can’t like… flirt with them, right?”

Ellie gladly took the blunt, hitting it and exhaling a puff of smoke as she watched Lil get the two of them more drinks. She was lucky to have a best friend like her- someone who she could talk to and be honest when it was necessary, but also someone who could understand what she needed without saying anything at all. In this case, it was to focus on anything but Rico. With a laugh, the brunette exchanged the blunt for the new cup, but not before finishing up her first drink. “Of course you can, I’ll be your wingwoman. I promise.” Ellie smirked, “Anyone in particular you have your eye on?”

Leaning back on the drink table as she surveyed the crowd, Lilith was only mildly interested in the people that she saw before her. No one was catching her eye. Not until --

”Him,” she stated simply, watching as the tall figure slowly drifted away from the entrance. He was obviously from Liberty, and held himself in a way that showed off just how much better than everyone he thought he was. His clothing looked a little on the more pricey side, and his smirk screamed trouble. The girl giving him the finger served to prove that.

”I have no idea who he is, or where he came from - but he looks like trouble and I like that,” she rambled on, a mischievous glimmer in her eye. ”Of course I’d rather have a bid tiddy goth girl crush me with her thighs, but there appears to be none here. So were settling for rich boys.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call that settling, Lil,” Ellie chuckled to herself, following her friend’s gaze to the boy in question. She was right though- he did seem like trouble. Something about the way he carried himself unmistakably screamed ‘I’m bad news’ but not in the same way their classmate Colin did. Turning back to Lilith, the brunette motioned in the mystery boy’s direction, “Well, what are you standing here with me for? Go get him.”

Shrugging her shoulders once again, Lilith winked at Ellie before finishing off her second drink of the night. Grabbing the blunt back from the other girl, she took a long hit before slowly exhaling and passing it back.

”As you wish,” she replied with a smirk. ”If things go south I’ll just scream and you can come find me or something.”

Taking a deep breath, Lilith set out on her journey.

Rosefell High.

_{Also featuring a new friend...}
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Narrowly escaping her brother’s watchful eye, Liv Howard placed one white Ked in front of the other and made her way towards the thumping and bumping of the party. She followed the students to the ajar front door and as soon as she walked in behind them, overwhelmed was a vast understatement as to how she began to feel. The music was blaring, there were people everywhere she looked, and the overpowering scents of weed, beer, and Axe body spray seemed to dominate and throw off the rest of her senses.

It was a high school party all right.

Anxiety was quickly replaced by excitement when the girl remembered that this was supposed to be fun! She should be thrilled to be at a gathering like this and the blonde regained her composure, maneuvering her way through the crowd to get a better sense of her surroundings. As she passed by her classmates, she could feel their eyes burning into the back of her head as well as her backside. Naively thinking that they were only looking at her because she wasn’t with her brother as per usual, she continued without giving the premise much thought. They were definitely not staring at her because of how she looked… or were they?

Liv meandered over to the kitchen where all of the alcohol had been set up and was taken back by the sheer amount of booze that there was in one place. How someone scored all of this whilst underage was beyond her (hell, she didn’t even know fake ID’s existed), but she appreciated the effort nonetheless as she stared at all of the different labels and variations laid out in front of her.

In her entranced distraction, the blonde didn’t even notice that someone was trying to talk to her and only realized when the girl attempting to get her attention tapped her on the shoulder. The blonde could tell that the redhead’s lips were moving in an effort to communicate, but she couldn’t hear what she was saying for the life of her with everything going on around them.

“I’m sorry?” Liv shouted over the music, hoping that the girl would repeat herself.

“I said, are you okay? You look lost, hun.” The friendly looking redhead asked with a laugh, holding up a bottle of vodka and motioning to the two other girls beside her. “Do you want to take a shot with us?”

The blonde hesitated, letting her eyes drift down to the water bottle she had been gripping tightly filled with the Goose that her brother had provided her with. The angel on her left shoulder said no- she definitely shouldn’t drink more than what she was given. Don’t betray your brother like that! But the lesser heard and even lesser followed devil on her right shoulder spoke differently, telling her to be daring and free for once. Her brother was busy with Fi and wouldn’t even notice. Right?

Right.

“Okay, sure!” Liv eagerly nodded making her decision which caused the redhead to beam with excitement that she accepted her offer. She poured the blonde a nearly overflowing shot of vodka before passing the glass to her carefully as to not spill.

“Okay, so down, up, down, and then drink.” She instructed, demonstrating to Liv that she should tap the shot glass on the table, bring it up to cheers with the group, and then tap it on the granite once more before taking the shot. The blonde looked like a deer caught in headlights, so she reassured her once more. “It’ll be great, I promise. Ready?”

The young Howard took a deep breath. “Ready,” She replied, trying to hide any hesitation in her voice. She could do this!

Down. Liv could hear her heart thumping in her ears as the glass hit the granite. Up. She smiled at the other girls who were being so kind to her as they brought their shots together. Down. The blonde’s eyebrows raised as she brought the shot glass down to the table and then back up to her lips, shutting her eyes tightly as she tipped her head back and took the drink in one fell swoop. The alcohol burned on its way down and adrenaline and nerves coursed through her veins in the aftermath. She slammed the empty glass back down on the table with a grin. If only Trixie were here to see this!

The redhead took back her shot with ease - this was clearly not her first time drinking - and glanced over to check on Liv. Seeing that she had taken the shot with no issues, she smirked at her. “You did it! That was great.” Before she could say anything else though, her friends began to cart her off towards the dance floor.

“Wait! I didn’t catch your name,” Liv mustered, throat still on fire from the alcohol. She wanted to thank the girl for being so nice to her, and also semi-wanted to make sure she wouldn’t rat on her to her brother...

The redhead smiled widely, calling out to the blonde as she began to disappear into the crowd, “I'm Tyler Jane! Find me later, we can do another one!”

Liv returned the grin, the buzzing sensation that the shot left behind disappearing after a few more moments. The way that it felt energized her and if this is what partying was all about, then she was all here for it.

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Topher Jones was by no means a morning person. Hell, if it weren’t for the fact that his Uber driver was blasting music so loud that his ears were ringing, he would have dozed off right there in the backseat as he made his way from the airport to Marble Heights Academy.

It hadn’t been a long trip to get to San Francisco- the flight was only a few hours long, but the curly haired boy’s especially early wake-up call was already having a dismal effect on his focus and disposition. His eyes still had sleep in them and he was groggy with exhaustion, having stayed up into the late hours of the night writing down lyrics and playing chords that he just couldn’t get out of his head. In fact, the melody Topher had recently created was also keeping him alert, the nuances of his chorus and bridge replaying in his mind as the car rolled through the gates of campus and towards the Oaklands dorm building.

The brunette was looking forward to being back at school for his Senior year. The summer months in his hometown had dragged on for far too long and his childhood home grew quite suffocating in those last few weeks before finally departing this morning. Toph had spent most of his time on break throwing himself into his craft, scooping ice cream to make some spare cash, and trying to keep himself busy while his parents were MIA. But with the negativity and emptiness of his home life far behind him, he could once again focus on things that made him happy: friends, music, and California living.

As the Uber stopped, signaling that they had reached their destination, Topher thanked the driver and gathered his things in the backseat before clamoring out of the SUV towards the trunk. He didn’t have too many personal effects with him- only a large rolling suitcase and a smaller carry on bag- but his trusty six string was the most important of them all. He threw the encased guitar over his shoulder before walking through the double doors of his new home for the next year, gazing at his bright and shiny surroundings in awe.

“Damn, nice place you got here.” The curly haired boy spoke to no one in particular, admiring how fancy and new the building was as opposed to to the older and shoddier accommodations where he had lived in years past… not that his previous dorm wasn’t nice- because it was extremely nice and Marble Heights was practically made of money- but this dorm made the old ones look cheap in comparison.

Checking his email again to make sure he was heading in the right direction, he walked over to the elevator and once it arrived pressed the button that would take him up to the eighth floor. Hopefully the view would be nice! The lift dinged as it quickly ascended and opened promptly, leaving Topher to scan the nearly identical doors for room 803. His tired gaze caused him to take a few extra moments than it normally would to search, but settled on the correct suite eventually. Tapping his ID card on the keypad which swiftly unlocked the latch, he pushed the door open with his foot revealing the apartment-like layout. Nodding his head, he claimed an empty room, noting that someone had already beat him to first dibs and was settled in- he’d have to meet them later.

The boy leaned his guitar gingerly against the wall before flopping down onto his mattress with a large sigh. Comfy! He let his eyes find their way to his window, revealing the lovely scenery of the campus below and the Bay in the background.

He could definitely get used to this.

Rosefell High.

Tyler Jane Morrissey || Rosefell High

_{(FC: Samantha Cormier | Dialogue: FFA54D)}

Name

Tyler Jane Morrissey

Nickame

• TJ
• Tee
• Tyler

Age

17, April 26

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

The Fiery Dancer

Appearance Details

• Hair: Red | Her most notable and stand out feature. She usually keeps it long, but will more often then not tie it up in a ponytail when she dances. Sometimes though, she'll let it flow freely and do its own thing. She has tons of freckles to match.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’5”
• Body Type: Long and lean, with legs going on for miles. She has toned muscles due to her dancing but is still slender and nimble.
• Clothing Style: When she's not wearing dance wear, Tyler Jane loves to have fun with the clothes that she wears. Lots of colors, girly blouses and sweaters, tee shirts and skirts, light to medium wash jeans, and dresses make up the majority of her wardrobe, activewear, leotards, and tights making up the rest. She is not afraid to show off her body, and in fact loves to when given the chance as she's worked so hard for it, so she'll often wear crop tops to do so.

Personality Traits

• Tyler Jane has an unmistakable tenacity to accomplish anything she sets her mind to or face any challenge. Not to mention, she makes it look easy while doing it. She's a go-getter that knows what she wants and how to get there.
• Always leads with her heart- very sweet and compassionate but also is quick to defend herself and others.
• At times when provoked has a fiery temper and is quick witted. Also has a tendency to become quite jealous if the situation calls for it.
• Unafraid to speak her mind, especially when she knows someone needs to hear the truth. But she delivers honesty in a palatable way that does not come off as rude or too harsh.
• Confident, effortless, and poised, Tyler Jane keeps her head held high at all times.
• Patience is a virtue, and the redhead is incredibly patient when it comes to various situations.
• Graceful, both with her mannerisms as well with her words. She knows exactly what she needs to say and when to say it.
• Very much a perfectionist, the redhead will always do something until it's right by her standards. Incredibly focused on the minute details.

Biography

"Well, let's see... I've been dancing practically since I could walk. When I was little I used to spin in circles around the living room and pretend I was on stage, performing for anyone who had eyes and would watch, which admittedly most of the time ended up being my dolls and toys. I was enrolled in dance class at In Motion as soon as I turned 5 and I've been there ever since! I started out in Ballet and now dance in basically all styles. There's so much I love about dancing, but when I move I'm just able to express myself freely in ways that words fail to capture. Hannah, who's the owner of the studio, has always been so good to me. I work there now training the littlest kids (which helps me afford all of my training and classes), so I get the keys to go in whenever I want to and practice.

Mom and dad are both scientists, incredibly smart but highly uncreative and very rule oriented might I add. We've always wondered how I got the dancing gene, especially since they both have two left feet, but regardless they've always been supportive of my dreams. They primarily work in vaccine and drug development which unfortunately indicates that they work round the clock. They spend long hours at the lab, but always make a point to be home for family dinner at least twice a week. It doesn't matter to me anyway- it just means that I get to spend more nights at the studio. I have an older sister named Amber who's in college, but right now she's abroad which is so cool. She sends tons of pictures of her adventures and I'm so jealous of the places she's visiting.

After high school I'd love nothing more than to be a professional dancer! A pipe dream of mine has always been to be a Rockette at Radio City or dance on Broadway, but I'd also kill to dance with a professional Ballet company somewhere. Other ideas I've toyed around with are going abroad to dance with an international group of sorts or working in the entertainment industry either in parks or cruises- dancing and traveling the world would be surreal. But for now, I'm just trying to finish my Senior year of high school without losing my mind."

Family

Tanya Morrissey (Mother | 46 | FC: Brigid Brannagh)

Scientist at Nationwide Children's Hospital.

Daniel Morrissey (Father | 48 | FC: Kevin Weisman)

Scientist at Batelle.

Amber Morrissey (Older Sister | 19 | FC: Annabel Smit)

A Junior at Miami University of Ohio but currently studying abroad in Italy for the semester.

Misc.

• Her favorite style of dance is either Ballet en Pointe or Contemporary. Jazz and Modern come in at a close third and fourth.
• She dreams of the perfect Pas de Deux, but unfortunately there aren't too many boys at her studio to dance with...
• Tyler Jane absolutely loves peanut butter. She’ll eat it plain on a spoon, on apples, and especially in peanut butter and banana sandwiches, but as long as there's peanut butter, she’s sold.
• She has her ears pierced (both lobes as well as a helix piercing on her right ear) and would love to get a tattoo, but most ballet companies frown upon them. So she's going to try and get something sneaky either on her ribs or foot.
• Drives a Red Honda Civic that she named Cherry.

Rosefell High.

Tyler Jane Morrissey || Rosefell High

_{(FC: Samantha Cormier | Dialogue: FFA54D)}

Name

Tyler Jane Morrissey

Nickame

• TJ
• Tee
• Tyler

Age

17, April 26

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

The Fiery Dancer

Appearance Details

• Hair: Red | Her most notable and stand out feature. She usually keeps it long, but will more often then not tie it up in a ponytail when she dances. Sometimes though, she'll let it flow freely and do its own thing. She has tons of freckles to match.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’5”
• Body Type: Long and lean, with legs going on for miles. She has toned muscles due to her dancing but is still slender and nimble.
• Clothing Style: When she's not wearing dance wear, Tyler Jane loves to have fun with the clothes that she wears. Lots of colors, girly blouses and sweaters, tee shirts and skirts, light to medium wash jeans, and dresses make up the majority of her wardrobe, activewear, leotards, and tights making up the rest. She is not afraid to show off her body, and in fact loves to when given the chance as she's worked so hard for it, so she'll often wear crop tops to do so.

Personality Traits

• Tyler Jane has an unmistakable tenacity to accomplish anything she sets her mind to or face any challenge. Not to mention, she makes it look easy while doing it. She's a go-getter that knows what she wants and how to get there.
• Always leads with her heart- very sweet and compassionate but also is quick to defend herself and others.
• At times when provoked has a fiery temper and is quick witted. Also has a tendency to become quite jealous if the situation calls for it.
• Unafraid to speak her mind, especially when she knows someone needs to hear the truth. But she delivers honesty in a palatable way that does not come off as rude or too harsh.
• Confident, effortless, and poised, Tyler Jane keeps her head held high at all times.
• Patience is a virtue, and the redhead is incredibly patient when it comes to various situations.
• Graceful, both with her mannerisms as well with her words. She knows exactly what she needs to say and when to say it.
• Very much a perfectionist, the redhead will always do something until it's right by her standards. Incredibly focused on the minute details.

Biography

"Well, let's see... I've been dancing practically since I could walk. When I was little I used to spin in circles around the living room and pretend I was on stage, performing for anyone who had eyes and would watch, which admittedly most of the time ended up being my dolls and toys. I was enrolled in dance class at In Motion as soon as I turned 5 and I've been there ever since! I started out in Ballet and now dance in basically all styles. There's so much I love about dancing, but when I move I'm just able to express myself freely in ways that words fail to capture. Haley, who's the owner of the studio, has always been so good to me. I work there now training the littlest kids (which helps me afford all of my training and classes), so I get the keys to go in whenever I want to and practice.

Mom and dad are both scientists, incredibly smart but highly uncreative and very rule oriented might I add. We've always wondered how I got the dancing gene, especially since they both have two left feet, but regardless they've always been supportive of my dreams. They primarily work in vaccine and drug development which unfortunately indicates that they work round the clock. They spend long hours at the lab, but always make a point to be home for family dinner at least twice a week. It doesn't matter to me anyway- it just means that I get to spend more nights at the studio. I have an older sister named Amber who's in college, but right now she's abroad which is so cool. She sends tons of pictures of her adventures and I'm so jealous of the places she's visiting.

After high school I'd love nothing more than to be a professional dancer! A pipe dream of mine has always been to be a Rockette at Radio City or dance on Broadway, but I'd also kill to dance with a professional Ballet company somewhere. Other ideas I've toyed around with are going abroad to dance with an international group of sorts or working in the entertainment industry either in parks or cruises- dancing and traveling the world would be surreal. But for now, I'm just trying to finish my Senior year of high school without losing my mind."

Family

Tanya Morrissey (Mother | 46 | FC: Brigid Brannagh)

Scientist at Nationwide Children's Hospital.

Daniel Morrissey (Father | 48 | FC: Kevin Weisman)

Scientist at Batelle.

Amber Morrissey (Older Sister | 19 | FC: Annabel Smit)

A Junior at Miami University of Ohio but currently studying abroad in Italy for the semester.

Misc.

• Her favorite style of dance is either Ballet en Pointe or Contemporary. Jazz and Modern come in at a close third and fourth.
• She dreams of the perfect Pas de Deux, but unfortunately there aren't too many boys at her studio to dance with...
• Tyler Jane absolutely loves peanut butter. She’ll eat it plain on a spoon, on apples, and especially in peanut butter and banana sandwiches, but as long as there's peanut butter, she’s sold.
• She has her ears pierced (both lobes as well as a helix piercing on her right ear) and would love to get a tattoo, but most ballet companies frown upon them. So she's going to try and get something sneaky either on her ribs or foot.
• Drives a Red Honda Civic that she named Cherry.

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Delaney Helmsley

_{(FC: Bailee Madison, Dialogue Color: E0333C)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Del (By her father, AJ)
• Tweety (Also by her father- the two used to watch Saturday morning cartoons together and she loved Tweety Bird. So the nickname just stuck!)
• Lainey (By close friends and family only)

| | A G E | |

16, April 6th

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Pansexual- she likes the wine but not the label.

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

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| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Height: 5’5"
Body Type: Slender and lean | She has a small torso and long legs.
Hair Color: Brown | Currently it's long, but she's been known to cut it to sit just past her shoulders.
Eye Color: Brown
School Uniform: Delaney has taken a few liberties when it comes to the school's uniform- she rolls the waist band of her skirt so it falls higher on her thighs, always wears the knee high socks (never tights), and loosens the tie so it's not strangling her. When it comes to her accessories, that's where the young Helmsley displays her family's wealth through a different pair of designer shoes every day and expensive yet understated jewelry to draw the eye to all the right places.
Casual Clothing: If there's anything her mother taught her, it's to always dress to impress, even if there's no one there you're actually trying to impress. The young Helmsley has taken this advice in stride with her non-uniform wardrobe, always appearing put together and neat in a variety of different styles that usually correlates with her mood. Some Fridays if she's feeling whimsy, she'll wear a blouse and skirt, but on other days if she's lazier, she'll dress up a graphic tee with a cute pair of jeans.

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If you were to try and describe Delaney in one word, it'd be bold, but you'd definitely need more words in order to encapsulate the girl's essence entirely. Since childhood, she's been a force to be reckoned with and a clear combination of her parents strongest traits. Determined and headstrong, she has always marched to the beat of her own drum and done things her way, just like her mom. What also comes along with that is her persuasive and calculating demeanor- the brunette is a smooth talker and always knows exactly what to say or which angle to pull in order to bend those around her to her will. On the other hand, she inherited her father's unpredictability and erratic nature, which causes her to be aggressive and fiery even when she doesn't intend to be. As well, she can be quite dramatic, and overreact to the smallest missteps. However, once you get past her abrasive and rougher exterior, Delaney is authentic and real; a genuine girl with only the best of intentions (even though sometimes her choices may seem conniving). To know the young Helmsley is also to know her interests. She’s discovered a compulsive desire for excitement and adventure and drifted towards adrenaline in recent years. She loves the rush of doing something dangerous, even if it's to her own detriment and is always the first to jump at trying something new. Delaney is a risk taker and it shows.

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It was not love at first sight for Bailee Helmsley and AJ Tyler.

The two started off as childhood friends, their families having grown up alongside each other in Beverly Hills. Bailee was a young business upstart, having shown promise early on of taking over the family business, Helmsley Enterprises, and AJ was a gear-head through and through. They often didn't see eye to eye, but nonetheless the two had a close bond that evolved over time. It wasn't until they got to high school and the boy was dumped by his former flame that he decided to use their dynamic to his advantage. In what can be described as a ruse, AJ and Bailee's friendship became the vehicle to make his ex jealous- they spent every free moment together, things happened behind closed doors, and from an outside perspective it became clear that there was something going on that was more than friendship. What AJ didn't expect, however, was for Bailee to actually fall for him- in her naivety, all she saw was the good and not the cruel intentions- and when the girl truly figured out what was going on and pieced everything together, it all exploded.

After the fight, AJ hit rock bottom during their senior year. He thought he had lost Bailee, and his friends viewed him differently after hurting someone that truly cared about him. His pain fueled his actions and his loved ones had to watch as he turned to drugs like cocaine and made rash and stupid decisions that nearly killed him. Bailee couldn't bear to witness his self-destructive behavior even after he hurt her and tried to step in, but his friends explained that unfortunately she was part of the problem and in order to do what was best for him, she needed to give him space so he could come to the conclusions himself. And so, the two graduated BHHS and went their separate ways.

During their first year in college, the two didn't speak. AJ was getting clean and trying to find himself and meanwhile Bailee was balancing classes and stepping into her father's role at Helmsley Enterprises. The girl began to realize the void that was left by him not being there and she threw herself into her work in order to cope, which made her stronger and more successful. After nearly a year and a half of not talking, AJ reached out to Bailee, asking her to meet him, and she agreed. Finally ready to let go of the past and shedding most of his demons, the boy took her to a cliff where he used to take his ex and threw all of physical reminders of that past relationship off of it, signifying that he had moved on and was ready to fully commit to Bailee. They reconciled, and began to officially see each other. Things moved pretty quickly from there, as they were engaged within a year and within two years of that day married with a baby on the way.

Delaney was their second child, the first being their son Cole. With her brother quickly realized as the heir apparent to the family business, the brunette was left to forge her own path, which she took and ran with. The sky was the limit, and she knew that she could do whatever she set her mind to, even though she wasn't entirely sure yet what that'd be. As a child she enjoyed causing mischief and messes for the house staff to clean up after, but all in all, she was a good kid. She loved spending time with her father when her mother was working late hours- most of those nights spent watching movies and TV of course- and was always surrounded by her siblings and extended family (the Helmsley dynasty, as she referred to it as, was massive).

AJ and Bailee decided to send Delaney to Marble Heights starting her Freshman year for a number of reasons, but the main one was to give her the best education possible in order to set her up for future success. One of Bailee's biggest regrets was not living in the moment and enjoying her High School experience, so she wanted to ensure that her daughter had the opportunity to do so in a boarding school environment. It also helps that it's close enough to home that she can hop on the Helmsley jet and be home within an hour if necessary.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Some things that you just can't escape are inherited, and Delaney quickly realized that she shared the same addictive personality as her father. With the predisposition to form an obsession or attachment to people or things, she could be headed down a dangerous path if she finds herself in a situation to do so.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Adventure Club
• She's considered joining the debate team, maybe this year she'll actually do it.

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Math
English

| W O R S T |
Home Ec. - Not recommended to let Delaney near the kitchen.
Art - If you'd like her to draw a stick figure, sure, but that's the extent of her artistic ability.

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• Her scent of choice is Cherry. She always carries around Cherry chapstick, and her signature fragrance is Tom Ford Lost Cherry. Not to mention, she can tie a cherry stem in a knot with her tongue...

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Leo Brooks

_{(FC: Leo Brooks, Dialogue Color: ED1414)}
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• Brooks

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18, August 1st

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Male

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Heterosexual

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Single and always mingling...

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Certified ladies man.

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Senior

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Height: 6’1"
Body Type: Athletic | Muscular and toned.
Hair Color: Brown | Leo's hair is his crowning glory- he takes 20 minutes in the morning to make it look perfect.
Eye Color: Brown
School Uniform: Leo will tend to undo the top buttons of his collared shirts so that his chest peeks through, and always lets his tie hang loosely around his neck. Some days instead of his suit jacket he'll wear his letterman jacket with his varsity letter on it.
Casual Clothing: The dark haired boy knows he looks good in whatever he wears, so he doesn't care too much what his wardrobe consists of. Jeans and t-shirts, gym shorts, some button down shirts, but mostly casual wear. He also takes every opportunity to not wear clothing, so it's not unusual to see him shirtless on his way back from the gym or Football practice. Leo also loves shoes, so he has a vast collection of pairs.

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Leo Brooks can be a real asshole- there’s no reason to beat around the bush when it’s the truth! The 18 year old carries himself with the bravado of someone twice his age and the swagger of someone who knows he’s an alpha male. If “big dick energy” had a poster child, it would be Leo. He’s bossy by nature and always makes sure he gets his way. The ultimate goal is for him to come out on top, and he will do whatever it takes to get there, even if it means controlling those around him like pawns or stepping on someone else’s toes.

You always know where you stand with Leo, as the word "subtle" is not in his vocabulary. It’s clear as day if he likes you or not as well as if you’re worth his time. And if he likes you, consider yourself lucky! He only surrounds himself with those he feels match his integrity and drive and looks out for his friends like he’d look out for family; protective and territorial, you know you’ll be alright if you’re on his side. But if you say something wrong to him or look at him and his friends the wrong way, you’ll wish you didn’t. He has a hot temper and will easily get aggressive, not afraid of getting physical in order to get his point across.

A smooth talker, Leo always seems to know what to say and how to say it, especially when it comes to his love life and romantic endeavors. He’s known to be quite the ladies man (read: fuck boy) and has definitely made his way around the majority of Marble Heights... if you know what I mean. And much of an asshole as he is, well, he knows he’s attractive and certainly knows that others think so as well.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

Leo James wasn’t always a problem child. He began life with a loving mother and younger sister, and although they didn’t have much money, they made the best of a bad situation. Yes, they may have all shared one bed in a small studio apartment in San Francisco, and yes, they may have not had heat and electricity some months, but they were happy because they had each other. However, relatives believed this living situation was not well suited for two young children, which had all resulted from their mother's opiate addiction and failure to pay her bills, and they reported her to the authorities. Forcibly removed from his home at the age of 7, Leo and his sister were placed in the foster care system and subsequently separated. He prayed that his mom would come and find him; come and rescue him, but she never did. The trauma that Leo experienced from being taken away, as well as being split up from the only other family he had, was immense and would influence the trajectory of his life.

The young boy became reckless, rebellious, and inconsolable, bouncing from foster home to foster home as a result of his behavior. In some homes, Leo would resort to violent actions like throwing glass objects, slamming doors until they came off their hinges, and physically pushing or punching his foster siblings and parents. In other homes, he would break rules and attempt to sneak out or run away. He thought the more homes he would be rejected from, the more likely they would be to return him to his mother. But unfortunately, the opposite was the case. The vicious cycle continued and by the time he turned 11, 4 years after he was placed in the foster care system, Leo had been through 10 homes. Each one cited him as a nuisance, a rebel, and a difficult child who could not be reached. According to them, he was impossible.

That was until Daphne and Henry Brooks came into the picture. She was a successful business woman who worked in start ups and he was a renowned plastic surgeon in the Bay Area. With all of the time they had spent on their careers, which was most of their lives, they hadn't nary considered conceiving a family of their own. It wasn't until they heard through their social circle about Leo that they knew that he was somehow meant to be with them. A product of the foster care system herself, Daphne believed that this boy deserved to be given a second chance, however difficult it would be to reign in his anger and frustration with the world, and be provided with the stability of a permanent home. And so, calls were made, the licensing process was severely expedited, and a month and a half after hearing about him for the first time, Leo James arrived at the Brooks' doorstep.

They'd be lying if they said the first six months weren't challenging. Leo was everything they had heard about from his previous placements and were warned about by the social workers, and somehow more. Disaster struck wherever he walked and it was exhausting trying to calm the fire that was continuous in his heart. But Daphne knew that underneath all of the rage and anger, there was a terrified boy who needed someone- anyone- to answer his clear calls for help, and thus she persisted. Eventually, after months of trying to reach him, something shifted. To this day, Daphne and Henry still don't know what exactly it was that caused the switch to flip, but Leo realized that the Brooks' weren't giving up on him and so he made the conscious decision to not give up on them. Trust was built from there, and most of the remaining flames were extinguished with time.

Of course, not everything was quelled once the official adoption went through and Leo James became Leo Brooks at age 12, but he had certainly grown out of his acting out phase and instead channeled his remaining emotions into his cocky and carefree demeanor. At that point, his parents (officially, after they signed the papers) could care less- as long as he didn't resort to physical violence like in previous years, he could act however he wanted. To them, it was just growing pains, something that teenagers went through. What mattered most was the boy finally felt at home somewhere, after being abandoned at a young age and having doors open and shut on him. Daphne and Henry did everything they could to help their son- enrolling him in the best schools possible and allowing him to channel his remaining aggression into after school sports like Football. If it weren't for them, it's doubtful that Leo would have ever left the system, and would have possibly resorted to dangerous and despicable means to survive.

To best set him up for success, the Brooks' enrolled Leo at Marble Heights Academy, and he has attended there since his Freshman year. He was roped in with the right crowd from day 1, which resulted in his popularity. Of course, his good looks and natural talent on the field helped, but something about the way he carried himself said it all without saying anything. He's excited for his senior year and looking forward to hopefully playing Football professionally after college.

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Leo doesn't tell too many people the details about his past because he is shockingly sensitive regarding his upbringing and origin story. It's not something he's necessarily proud of, and compensates for it with his larger than life (and asshole-like) persona. If he's let you in on that part of himself and has opened up about his past, it means that he considers you an incredibly close friend. He doesn't want to seem marred by where he comes from, so he keeps it quiet.

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• Football - Leo is the Wide Receiver on the team.

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History

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• Leo's the type of guy who has a soft spot for specific people. Those include his parents, his friends, and a few female companions. If you're not one of them, expect the standard Brooks asshole treatment.
• He has a terrible late night snacking habit - his go-to's are sour cream and cheddar Lay's chips and M&Ms.
• Leo calls his mom every Sunday at the same time since it's one of the only things she requests while he's away at school. He also goes home twice a month for Family dinner, another one of her conditions.
• He recently reconnected with his sister, who lives in Los Angeles and was adopted shortly after being placed in the foster care system all those years ago. They FaceTime every few weeks to catch up.
• Drives a Jeep Wrangler that was a gift from his father for his 16th birthday.

Hope Wells

_{(FC: Abigail Cowen, Dialogue Color: FFC02D)}
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• Wells
• Lil Red

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17, September 7th

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Female

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Hope is a CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant) at an assisted living facility in San Francisco. She works there two days during the week and one day on the weekend.

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Height: 5’6"
Hair Color: Red | Having been passed down the red hair by both her mother and father, it is Hope's most defining physical trait- and her favorite. She wears it down most of the time but pulls it up into a ponytail or bun for her job.
Eye Color: Blue
School Uniform: Hope sticks to the dress code strictly and never deviates from the rules handbook. Her button down is pristine and white, tie pressed and straight, and the hem of her skirt always brushes her fingertips with not a wrinkle in sight. She switches between tights and knee high socks and always wears a pair of shiny black shoes (either flats or Mary Janes).
Casual Clothing: The redhead doesn't fuss too much when it comes to her wardrobe outside of the mandated school uniform. The best way to describe her style is cute and casual - jeans with various neutral colored tops and fun blouses, dresses and skirts. She definitely dresses girlier than some of her classmates, but it's only because she loves to emphasize her femininity.

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Hope Wells is sweet. Sweeter than southern sweet tea, sweet. With a pure heart and even purer intentions, the young redhead was raised to be a fine upstanding citizen by her parents and have exceeded all of their expectations by being the young woman she has become. Warm and compassionate, she goes out of her way to befriend anyone she meets and attempts to show kindness to even the most negative and pessimistic people. Although she's never physically lived in the South, Hope's manners and inherent charm speak otherwise. Taught to be a good Southern girl by her mother and grandmother, she exudes both poise and grace in the best ways that demonstrate a maturity beyond her years. One of the most important things she's learned from her father is how to be a leader in her own right and unwavering loyalty to those that she cares about. If you have Hope on your side, she will ride with you until the end and will always be there to support you. Some may call her a goody two shoes for wanting to do good and serve others, but genuinely Hope’s passion is helping those in need. She puts the interests of others before her own by devoting time and energy to bettering everyone around her.

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Savannah Matthews and Trevor Wells were the picture perfect high school sweethearts- the kind of couple that is featured in the frame when you buy it at the store. She was a junior and the new girl on the block, and he was a senior and the star athlete on the Football team. It started as stolen glances in the hallways of Beverly Hills High School during the fall semester, which then turned into their first spoken exchange at a New Year's party (even though it may have been fueled by alcohol and someone's brother calling one out as the other's type). Shortly after, a mutual friend clued them both into their shared crushes on each other, which resulted in their first date. One date became two dates, two dates became three, and by the fourth date they had made it official. Their romance was sweet, strawberry ice cream kind of sweet, and by the time graduation rolled around that Spring, Trevor made his intentions clear when he gave Savannah a promise ring to show that even though he was going off to college, his heart still belonged to her.

During their college years, Trevor studied criminal justice and sociology with intentions to become a police officer. Savannah joined him at the same school after she graduated from BHHS and began to study English and communications- pivoting from her high school aspirations of being a writer in order to pursue a career as an English teacher. Trevor graduated at the top of his class and began working as a cop while she finished school, and proposed a few weeks into her final fall semester. They tied the knot the following summer after Savannah walked across the stage at her own graduation and it wasn't long before they welcomed their first son, Connor and a few years later their first daughter, Hope.

Raised in a home that respected her Irish catholic as well as Southern roots, Hope was an absolute angel as a child. She never fussed, was incredibly easy going, and even early on was sweet as can be. As the only daughter of the house, Savannah spoiled Hope rotten while Trevor was wrapped around her little pinky finger almost instantly. The girl was just a joy to be around, and that would carry on into her teenage years. She was always surrounded by family- whether it was her parents, her brothers, her grandparents, or even close family friends- and the love flowing in the Wells' household was almost tangible. Some of Hope's fondest memories of her childhood revolve around spending time with her loved ones.

A new job prospect for Trevor brought the Wells family to San Francisco; an opportunity to continue his work in training cops to actively reject racial bias and practice safe conduct rather than lethal force. Having started this role and training with his fellow officers in Beverly Hills, he jumped at the chance to continue his social reform and activism in a new place and reach more people. Savannah and the rest of the family fully supported him and the decision to move north, and having heard the great reputation Marble Heights held in the Bay Area, Hope was enrolled just in time to begin there her Freshman year.

As for her future goals after graduating high school, the redhead wants to join the Peace Corp and will stop at nothing to accomplish this goal. It's always been her dream to work in a foreign country and help those who are less fortunate. After the two years of service, she plans on going to Nursing school and to then work in a major hospital doing cutting edge research. From what it seems like, she has her whole life planned out ahead of her! Let's hope she doesn't fly too close to the sun or count her chickens before they hatch...

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Hope focuses so much on helping others that sometimes she doesn't take care of herself in the ways that she should. Whether it's not getting enough sleep at night or skipping meals, the girl is burning the candle at both ends and it's only a matter of time before it all catches up to her.

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• Community Service Club - Hope is the President.
• Tutoring- Specifically for the SATs and ACTs.

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• Hope has never been in a relationship- she grew up in a "my dad is a cop" kind of household where it was scary to bring boys home. It still is...
• She's not very religious, but her family did attend Catholic Mass every Sunday when she was a kid, so it became kind of a ritual. She continues to go while at Marble Heights, but only if she's not working.
• Her middle name is Riley, which is after her Uncle, Riley Wells.
• She has two siblings, an older brother named Connor who is in College, and a younger brother named Noah who is in 8th grade. Connor is her biological brother, while Noah was adopted from the same children's home in Denver where her father was adopted from as a child.
• Hope is an excellent cook - she learned everything she knows from her Papa Remy!
• One of the things she misses most while at school is the Wells' family dog, Beau.

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Topher Jones

_{(FC: Shawn Mendes, Dialogue Color: 3CB371)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Topher

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17, March 14th

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Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bisexual - Female leaning.

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single, but you would think he was in a relationship based on the amount of love songs he writes.

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Topher is an aspiring musician - he plays gigs around San Francisco whenever he gets the chance and has released a few singles on Spotify.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

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| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Height: 5’10"
Body Type: Lean and toned | Although he's not athletic other than going to the gym, he has a naturally fast metabolism. He has defined muscles on his arms from playing guitar and other various instruments.
Hair Color: Brown and curly | As of recent, Topher has let his curly hair grow out, letting it fall just over his ears in ringlets.
Eye Color: Brown
School Uniform: The one thing that he hates about the school uniform is the tie, so more often than not he'll let it hang loosely around his neck not even knotted. He also sometimes cuffs the sleeves of the jacket to make it easier to play guitar (and to show off his killer arms).
Casual Clothing: Topher is a jeans and tee shirt kind of guy when he's not wearing his school uniform- specifically band tees and ripped black and blue jeans. He loves displaying his love for different styles of music through his wardrobe, which has resulted in vast band shirt collection. He doesn't accessorize much, but he does often wear silver rings on his fingers. When it comes to his gigs that he plays, he'll dress up a bit more with a button down or collared shirt with some slacks or nicer jeans with no rips.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Music flows through Topher’s heart and soul. You’ll never see him without his six string strapped to his back or not jotting down lyrics into his journal at every opportunity. A boy in touch with his emotions, he conveys his feelings and aspirations through the words that he sings and writes. He's what you'd call a soft boy, and takes the moniker in stride. Incredibly kind-hearted, warm, and compassionate, all Topher genuinely wants to do is make people happy. He attracts those who are in need of comfort and is a good listening ear among other things. The brunette appreciates the simple things in life, as well as is a hopeless romantic and it's evident in his songs.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

Topher was "raised", if you could even call it that, by absent parents. His mother was an ER Nurse who never stayed at home for more than a few hours, and his father was a successful entrepreneur who bit off more than he could chew. Toph's childhood was lacking and he knew it from gazing at the rest of the neighborhood through his window. It seemed that every other kid on the block was playing catch with their father, or accompanying their mother to the store, but all Topher got was the occasional family dinner on Friday nights.

Toph's only companion was his Uncle Jeremy, who picked him up from school most days and spent time with the young boy when his parents wouldn't. A musician, Uncle Jeremy would sit Topher on his lap, placing his large hands over his on the strings of a Martin guitar, and teach him chord after chord until the sun went down each day. When his Uncle couldn't come over, Topher would consume himself in that guitar, tuning out the emptiness of the large house he resided in on his own. As he became older, the songs he played started to become his own writing- the boy pouring the majority of his feelings into music and wrote about everything and anything under the sun.

The summer before his freshman year, Topher's parents decided to send their son off to boarding school. They were barely around as it was, and it was in the boy's best interest (as well as theirs) to attend Marble Heights. It made no difference to him, he was just excited to finally live on his own terms instead of theirs.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Topher doesn't have much to hide- he writes all of his thoughts and feelings in his songs and sings them for the world to hear. He only wishes he had a muse to write about instead of penning the fantasies in his head.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Music Club
• He plays in the pit orchestra for the school's Musicals.

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| B E S T |
Music- obviously.
Programming - did you know musicians make some of the best programmers? Topher picked Python up while at Marble Heights and has become quite good with it.

| W O R S T |
Science

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• Topher has three guitars- the first is a Fender American Performer Stratocaster, the second is a Taylor Builder’s Edition V-Class K14ce, and the third is a Gibson Les Paul Studio.
• Has a very bad habit of chewing guitar picks between his teeth when he's thinking.
• He recently learned to play the piano, which has helped him a lot musically.
• Topher plans on forgoing college to instead chase his music dreams in New York City.
• Often will paint his nails black or white when he's feeling whimsy. Plus it's fun for people to notice while he's playing guitar.

Rosalie Owens

_{(FC: Olivia Rodrigo, Dialogue Color: B88C9E)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Rosie
• Rose

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16, December 12th

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Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bisexual - No particular lean.

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

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Height: 5’4"
Hair Color: Dark Brown | It's extremely long, hitting past her chest and close to her ribs.
Eye Color: Brown
School Uniform: Rosalie sticks to the mandated school uniform, but loves to accessorize and add her own flair to the outfit. She mainly does so through various hairstyles and hair items like clips, hats, and barrettes, but she also from time to time adds pops of color through jewelry and pins on her jacket. It's common practice for her to have rips in her tights (maybe it's from wearing them during shows and ruining them, but who knows) so she tends to lean more towards the knee high socks.
Casual Clothing: Rosalie is definitely someone with an artsy and colorful wardrobe- from funky jeans, to vintage and statement shirts, she knows how to impress and stand out from the crowd through the clothes she wears. She never misses an opportunity to dress up for the occasion, and will often even opt to wear dresses and skirts even when everyone else is wearing sweatpants. She can definitely be a little extra...

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Rosalie is a theater kid through and through- it's her shtick and what she lives for at Marble Heights. She's the type of gal to go on a long drive just so she can sing to show tunes at the top of her lungs, make up an excuse to talk about her favorite actresses and actors, and is hoping to get the most likely to be famous superlative in the senior yearbook. Although she talks a big talk, she has the acting and singing chops to back her up. Witty and comedic, she never misses an opportunity to make light of a sticky situation or throw in a sarcastic line to make someone laugh. Her sense of humor can sometimes be a little dark (she jokes about her parents divorce probably more than any normal person should), but that's all to say that she's not one to take life too seriously. However, aside from her flair for dramatics through her involvement in theater, Rosalie is very grounded, sensible, and honest. She's the first person to help you analyze if a decision is really good or just rash, and is the calming voice of reason for most of her friends.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

Rosalie Owens was dramatic from the moment she was born. She had the loudest cry and the strongest lungs that the hospital had ever seen for a baby of her size, not to mention she was born three weeks early and made quite the surprise entrance. Raised in New York City by a Filipina mother and a British father, the dark haired girl grew up with the hustle and bustle of Manhattan as her backyard. Her parents were star-crossed lovers from two completely different worlds, having met in a hostel while they backpacked separately around Asia. They fell for each other hard and ditched their own sightseeing plans to instead continue their travels abroad together. After returning from their escapades on the other side of the world, they quickly got engaged realizing they couldn't live without each other. Their friends said they were crazy- it was too rushed and too quick to know it was love- but they didn't heed those warnings and got married anyway.

When Rosalie was born, the pieces seemed to fit into place perfectly. The three of them made for a happy family in the city, galavanting through Central Park when the weather was nice, eating at the best restaurants, and taking in shows on Broadway. It was the latter that made the largest impact on the dark haired girl. Seeing Mamma Mia with her parents was an important moment for her as it was the show that piqued her interest in theater and fueled her passion. And over the years, it was a passion that sheltered her from a lot of the hardship that her family began to face as time went on. Unfortunately for the girl, her parent's friends were right- their relationship and marriage grew strained quickly without a strong base and it seemed that Rosalie was the only thing that was keeping them together. The arguing was constant- from first thing in the morning before she woke up for school, to when she was at play rehearsal, to even after she went to sleep at night. Show tunes and her scripts were her only solace during this time to tune out the yelling and she consumed herself in the lights and sounds of Broadway.

It was not a surprise in the slightest when Rosalie's parents sat her down the Summer before her Freshman year of High School and explained that they would be getting a divorce. A difficult decision for their daughter's well being, but an easy one for the best interests of everyone involved. In order to further shield their daughter from what they knew would be a nasty legal battle, they enrolled her at Marble Heights Academy, which would be a consistent and controlled environment amongst the many changes occurring in their household. Knowing that extended family was located in the Bay Area made the choice to send her across the country easy, and Rosalie agreed that this was the best course of action for them all.

As much as she missed the bright lights of NYC when she started at Marble Heights, the dark haired girl quickly fell in love with her new home on the West Coast, so much so that she's rarely gone home to Manhattan to visit. The California vibes were impeccable and exactly what she needed to bounce back after the gloom and doom of her parent's shrinking apartment. She still dreams big Broadway dreams and is looking forward to applying to conservatory style musical theatre programs at the beginning of next year, but for now, Rosalie is an artistic butterfly who just wants to spread her wings. Oh, and win a Jimmy Award before she graduates MHA, that too.

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As much as she cracks jokes about her parents marriage dissolving like sugar in hot water, it upset Rosalie a lot to watch two people who were madly in love fall out of it. Because of this, she has some trust issues and is afraid the same thing will happen with her future relationships, whether they are platonic or romantic.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• She auditions for all of the shows at Marble Heights, especially the musicals.
• Theater Club
• Anything that Katie decides to drag her to against her will...

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
English
Creative Writing
Music

| W O R S T |
Physical Education - she can dance, but do not put her down for cardio. Or dodgeball (a theater kid's worst nightmare).

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• Rosalie collects Playbills from every show she goes to - always one clean and untouched book and another that's been signed by the cast when she goes to the stage door.
• The first time she had been on an airplane was when she flew to the West Coast for the first time to go to Marble Heights.
• She's lactose intolerant, but would sacrifice her life for Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream.
• Loves flowers, and has recently began tending to some plants of her own in her dorm room. Let's hope she doesn't kill them!

Rosefell High.

_{A collab featuring: Lilith Montgomery @HaleyTheRandom & Ellie Roberts @Melissa}
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With her lips pressed together in a thin line and with her arms crossed, Ellie Roberts stared into the abyss that was her closet, searching through what seemed like endless thrifted finds for the perfect outfit to wear to tonight’s party. It was indeed a bit unusual that the girl would be in attendance, as normally she’d be working a closing shift at the diner, but she had made a vow to herself that this year she would try to break out of her shell and have a little fun while she still could. So, she found herself getting ready alongside her best friend in the hours before they departed for Christian’s house.

Everyone would be there tonight- both Rosefell and Liberty kids -and out of them all, the only person that Ellie was intent on avoiding was Rico. She somehow had managed to go all week without running into him (aside from spotting him on the first day), but knew that luck would run out tonight since it was practically guaranteed that he’d be present. This meant that even if she didn’t intend on talking to him, she still had to look damn well good.

Grabbing two hangers in order to present them as options, she pivoted on her heel to meet Lil’s gaze. “Alright, which one? Left or right?”

Lilith was sitting on the edge of her best friend's bed, legs crossed as she silently rolled a blunt over her rolling tray. At the sound of Ellie’s voice, Lilith’s head snapped up as her eyes examined the two choices in front of her.

”Honestly, babe? The second one is way too formal. I know we’re low-key trying to impress the Liberty cuties but… no. That’s gross.” Taking a lighter, Lilith gently ran the flame back and forth across the wax strip to help the blunt dry faster. ”I like the first one. You know I do. I adore that outfit everytime you wear it - but I also think you could do better.”

The brunette vocally grumbled, letting both the hangers drop from her hands and fall to the floor dramatically. She was sure one of those outfits would have been good enough for the party, but now she was back at square one. Even though she knew her friend was right (as always), she still was frustrated. Finding something to wear wasn’t normally this hard! “Ugh, fine. Let me see what else I have.” Turning back around and leafing through her options again, Ellie spoke over her shoulder to Lil.

“How many of those are you making?” The girl inquired curiously, not directly implying that she wanted in, but her interest clearly piqued.

Ellie’s reaction put a small smirk on Liliths face. A small huff through her nose signified the girl's amusement as she readjusted on the bed, and the question resulted in the shrugging of her shoulders. ”At least five - one for each of the storage tube thingies and one for now. Maybe more. Just depends on how long we hang out until the party. Plus what I don’t smoke now, I’ll smoke later with someone at the party, so...” Her voice trailing off, Lilith began to roll another blunt.

”You know… the offer always stands to smoke with me. Sure, the choking sucks, but it’s worth it.”

Ellie sighed, resigning for a moment from scavenging her wardrobe to flop down on the bed in momentary defeat. She peered over and watched as Lil rolled another blunt with delicate fingers, a true art form of it’s own. For as long as the two had been friends, and as many times she had been offered a joint or a hit from a bong, Ellie had never smoked. Partially because she had been scared to death when they talked about drugs during Health class for the first time, partially because she’d seen how Ri- her ex could get when he mixed too many things together, and mostly because she was afraid of how she’d react while high. But something about tonight and the mood she was in was making her extra curious about joining Lil in her escapades.

“I know,” Ellie replied, always aware of Lil’s open door policy. With a slight pause, she let her train of thought become words, “Like, how high will I be if I smoke with you? Is there like a tolerance for weed like there is for alcohol?” The brunette asked in her naivety, knowing that her friend would probably laugh at her dumb question. “I’m just like really nervous for tonight.

Lilith cleared her throat and narrowed her eyes as she tried to concentrate. This one wrap wasn’t wanting to stick shut, and it looked like she might have to double wrap it. It was a little annoying, but it also burned a little slower, so it was worth the pain.

”Well, love… like with anything else in life, every person is different. Some people have to smoke a little bit more when they get high, some people a little less. Also depends on the strains. And there’s different kinds of highs and --” Pausing for a brief moment, Lilith glanced over to see the look on her friend's face. ”Okay, that might be kinda scary. Let me put it this way.”

Putting her rolling tray of supplies to the side, Lilith turned to look Ellie in the face, her legs crossed on the bed. ”The strain that I have is called Cherry pie. It’s what we call an Indica hybrid, so it’s really gonna mellow you out.”

Ellie’s brain moved at a mile a minute as Lil tried to explain the intricacies of smoking, but all she was focusing on was the high. Of course she was nervous, as such is anyone when trying something new, but she trusted her friend with her life (quite literally) and so she knew that Lil wouldn’t throw her in the deep end without a life vest. “There’s different types of weed? I thought it was all the same thing…” The brunette sighed, burying her head into a nearby pillow.

“How the fuck am I supposed to be going to art school and plan on surviving in college if I don’t even know that there’s different types of weed?!” Her words muffled, she replied to Lil with a grumble. Lifting her head up, she returned her gaze to her friend. “I’ve missed a lot, haven’t I...” She trailed off, referencing the fact that instead of going to parties, she’d been working around the clock at the diner.

”Baby - listen. At the end of the day it is all the same. It all burns, it all smokes, and it all gets you high - unless it’s just really shit weed.” Lilith took a moment to light the first of her treasures, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke exit through her nose.

”Are you okay, E,” she asked, clearly concerned as she got off the bed to open the window. Taking another hit, she looked at Ellie. ”Something seems…. off.”

The brunette exhaled deeply once again, “I don’t know.” She replied honestly, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I thought I was okay- I thought I was over it- but of course I had to see Rico on the very first day of school hitting on some Liberty blonde and it made me question everything.” Ellie explained, the words just tumbling out. It was an uneasiness that she had felt all week but opted to keep to herself, but as it always went, she knew she couldn’t lie to Lil.

“I sometimes feel like I made the wrong choice and breaking up with him was a mistake.”

Lilith listened as her friend explained her current dilemma, her eyes widening at the mention of Rico’s name. So he was the problem. Putting the blunt out in the ashtray, Lilith made her way over to Ellie’s closet, trying to see if she could find a revenge outfit. Hands on her hips as she huffed in frustration, she shook her head.

”Look - I know that you loved the guy. I mean, how could you not?” As Lilith began shuffling through the clothes in the closet, she began to feel the heat rise to her face. Rico had been an ass to Ellie, and Lilith had never forgiven him for it - no matter how many times they had hung out. ”But! He broke promises. He lied. He manipulated. He came home at odd hours in the morning, not caring if you had plans or if you were in the right mind to deal with his shit. And he didn’t treat you right.”

The more upset Lilith got, the faster the words came out. Taking a deep breath, she yanked the two most appealing pieces from the closet she could find - a white crop top and jean shorts.

”I’m sorry. I don’t have any right to be upset. But I remember how he treated you, and I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him for it, either. Now - if somewhere down the road you do end up taking him back then so be it. But don’t forget what he did, and don’t forget how he made you feel. Breaking up with him back then was the right choice. And now that I know what’s wrong...”

Tossing the clothes to Ellie, Lilith picked the ashtray up from the bedside table. ”I suggest that we find a way for you to have a good time tonight - starting with that outfit.”

The brunette watched as her best friend’s demeanor made a complete 180 from the moment previous, her statement about Rico clearly striking a negative chord and resulting in an off- colored tangent. But she couldn’t blame her- Ellie would react the same way if Lil was in a similar situation and as she listened to the words that quickly fled from her lips, the girl tried to align herself with the mindset that her friend was in. Lil was right- her ex had made empty promises, he hid things from her, and he always knew that she’d come to his aid even when it was inconvenient. And as much as Ellie was head over heels for him at the time and would do anything for him, looking back, the behavior shouldn’t have been tolerated in the slightest.

As her friend threw options her way, the brunette inspected the shirt and shorts choice from her closet before slipping off the outfit she was wearing in order to try it on. As she pulled the white cropped tank over her head, she realized it was more revealing than she’d normally wear, the fabric just hitting above her belly button. The same was discovered as she stepped into the shorts one leg at a time. With both pieces on, she responded to Lil.

“You do have a right to be upset, you know. Just because you didn’t date him doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt by his actions too…” Ellie paused, not wanting it to sound as though she believed he had cruel intentions. Because he didn’t, so she clarified. “But he’s not a bad person either though- he just clearly needed help with getting his priorities in check.” The brunette inspected herself in the mirror before breaking her train of thought to address the clothes she was wearing.

“Is this more of what you were envisioning?” Ellie asked, turning to see her backside in the reflection, “My ass isn’t hanging out of these shorts, is it?”

”I know he’s not a bad person, and I know people change,” Lilith said, relighting the blunt. Talking about Rico had a way of killing your buzz. ”But despite all that… just don’t get hurt.”

Flopping back down on the bed, Lilith laughed at Ellie’s reaction. ”That’s perfect!” she exclaimed, genuinely pleased with the job she had done. ”For the current situation - there could not be a better outfit. Besides - you have a nice ass and it ain’t gonna look like that forever.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Lilith took another hit. ”But seriously - we can find you something else if it’s too much. Or… you could just say fuck it, think about the fact that it’s Senior year and hit this shit so I don’t feel so bad about smoking a whole one by myself. Your call.”

“No,” Ellie blurted, continuing to gaze at herself in the mirror. The more she stared, the more she liked the outfit and how she looked in it. The shorts hit her hips just at the right spot to emphasize her natural curves, and the tank hit her midriff in the perfect place to draw the eye upward. “I think it’s just enough.” The girl directed her attention away from her reflection and towards Lil, as well as the blunt she was holding. Debating with herself for one last moment, she finally walked towards the bed and extended her hand, agreeing that if there was ever a time to smoke, it was now. Besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen?

“Fuck it, this is happening.” Grasping the blunt delicately with her thumb and index finger, Ellie walked towards the window and brought it towards her lips, inhaling shallowly at first but then deeper. Even though she had never smoked before, she had seen Lil take a hit about a thousand times at this point, so she knew basically what to do. As her lungs filled, she tried to resist the urge to cough, and managed to exhale almost completely before letting one or two gentle ones slip out. Heat graced her cheeks and Ellie smirked as she handed the blunt back to Lil. “Are you proud of me?”

Already bursting with excitement before Ellie took the blunt, this moment easily made the list of Lilith’s top five most shocked moments. Standing by and watching eagerly to see if Ellie’s first hit would be good or bad, she nodded her head in encouragement as she took the blunt back from her friend.

”Eleanor Roberts - I have been waiting a lifetime for you to smoke with me,” she said, laughing. ”And yes. I am completely shocked at how well you took that. My first hit was an absolute disaster.” Taking another hit, Lillith looked at Ellie. ”What do you say you go do your makeup and I’ll get us an Uber to the party?”

The brunette laughed along with her bestie before nodding in agreement. “Sounds perfect. Let’s make tonight one to remember… or not.” Ellie winked before grabbing her makeup bag and heading towards the bathroom to complete her look, preparing for the night ahead of them.

Second Horizons

With the campers having finally arrived after days of anticipation, the Winter session of Second Horizons was officially underway. After gathering the teens at the North Pole in the center of camp to sort them into their bunks for the next two weeks, the groups were released to their cabins in order to get settled and unpack. Snow had begun to fall shortly after they adjourned, but by the evening the sky had cleared its clouds to reveal the gorgeous stars amongst the mountains as a backdrop for the night’s activity.

The cold winter day had rolled into a cold winter’s night, and the campers and counselors alike found themselves huddled by campfires in the annual bonfire tradition. It was customary that on the first night of camp the bunks gathered to play some getting to know you games and roast marshmallows to make smores in order to start the session off on the right foot together. Since numbers were lower this year, each cabin paired up with another to not only encourage friendships in other bunks, but also to save firewood (all of the counselors could agree that chopping wood was their least favorite responsibility, and the less they had to do it, the better). Fetching Fox (Red) and Howling Wolf (Blue) were at one campfire, and Cozy Bear (Green) and Little Hare (Pink) were at the other.

Gwen was excited for an evening spent by the fire- she was looking forward to gazing up at the starry sky and finding the different constellations and couldn’t wait to get to know her new campers better. The brunette had already begun making connections with the first years and thus found herself sitting on a log next to Mickey braiding her hair. Delicately, she twisted and folded the girl’s hair over itself, forming a plait in little to no time.

While Gwen was busy braiding Mickey’s hair, Nick was sitting on the other side of her, watching over the campers and idly sipping at a cup of hot chocolate as he observed. Gwen was a better counselor than he had figured — and his co-counselor Kim was occupied with some other campers — and Nick was wondering why he was even here. Did they even need his help? The two girls seemed like they had it under control. He shook his head and looked away, while Mickey just turned her head slightly to look back at Gwen and ask a question. “Hey, how does it look?”

The brunette smirked, “It looks perfect, if I do say so myself.” She laughed, trying not to seem as though she was bragging about her own handiwork. Braiding and doing hair was one of her many talents after taking care of her younger sister’s hair for so many years when her own mother couldn’t. Grabbing the elastic band that was stored around her wrist, she tied off the end of Mickey’s hair, a job well done. “There! Hopefully you like it.” Gwen took out her phone and snapped a picture from the back so that she could show her.

Mickey was all smiles. She’d never had her hair braided before — at least not by another person, and the end result was great! “Thank you again. Hey, are there traditions around here like this? Like, the bonfire, I mean.” She asked, looking around at the other campers, and off to the other firepit on the other side of the camp, by the other cabins. “How late does this usually go, anyway? I don’t… really stay up late,” she admitted with a shy smile added on; it was more than a little embarrassing to more or less admit she had a bedtime.

Seeing the girl’s smile made Gwen grin widely in return- she loved nothing more than making people happy and that alone made it obvious why she was a counselor. “Of course!” She replied on instinct before focusing on her question. “Hmm, let me think… cabins love pranking each other at least once so expect to see that, on Christmas everyone wears pajamas all day- even on the slopes, and on New Years a few people like to jump into the snow in nothing but their bathing suits and then they end up in the sauna until they can feel their toes again…” She laughed to herself remembering the events from her first year on staff last Winter. “But I won’t spoil them all for you.” Gwen had opted to focus on the fun and wacky traditions, but there were many more things that happened during the session that made Second Horizons unique and fun.

In regards to the end time of the evening’s events, the brunette addressed Mickey’s concerns, “Don’t even worry about it- I know the first day can be a bit overwhelming especially after traveling to get here. Even though I’d love for you to be here the whole time, feel free to stay as long as you would like, and when you want to head back to the cabin one of the counselors can walk with you.”

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Meanwhile, at the other campfire, Chloe Chambers sat amongst her cabin-mates from Red as well as the unknown faces from the Blue cabin (if she was being honest, she could barely tell who was in her group and who was in the other since she hadn’t made an effort to remember names). The only people she recognized were that of the counselor who practically fainted earlier when she broke the news that not everyone on the planet watches sitcoms and the boy with the ridiculous accent.

As she mindlessly went through her short program in her head and let her marshmallow set ablaze in the fire (it was sadly not on her training diet so she could not partake in the eating of the smore, only the burning of the ingredients), Chloe glanced at the person sitting next to her out of curiosity. “So… how’d you end up here? Did your parents send you away for the holidays too or are you somehow here by choice?”