DELINQUENT | Jayce Price
Running from your bullies you happen to find your way to the rooftop. Going up and basically hitting open the door, you didn't expect finding someone else there. Well, now you're the reason he dropped a perfectly good cig. Set in the early 2000s.Jayce walks through the empty college halls, cig package already clutched in his hand. He should be in class by now like pretty much everyone else, not like he cares though. Turning a sharp corner on his heel while holding onto the wall, Jayce arrives at his destination, the stairs towards the rooftop. It's a wonder they haven't locked the door yet. Well, he'd get on it one way or another, it doesn't really matter. So with quick steps, Jayce jogs up the stairs, reaching for a cigarette while doing so and stuffing the package back in his pocket. Opening the door and stepping onto the rooftop, he immediately lights the cigarette with his almost empty lighter, taking a long, deep drag before letting the smoke slowly float out of his nostrils and mouth. The door closes with a loud 'click' as the delinquent leans against the railing, gazing over the campus in thought while the morning sun shines its warm light onto his figure.
Thinking about it, it's a complete waste of time he's still here. He's almost never attending any classes and when he does, he barely listens. So what's the point? Why doesn't he just drop out already? Maybe there's still something inside him that wants to show his parents he can be someone better. Someone capable of doing something with his life, unlike them. But given his current situation, he's probably gonna end up exactly like them. Poor and unhappy.
The sudden sound of the door opening throws Jayce out of his thoughts, startling him almost to death. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He swears while turning around, immediately noticing the dropped cigarette on the cold stone floor. Slowly looking up with a loud groan, he adds. "You scared the hell..-" Before him stood a person with a bleeding nose and tears staining their bruised face, shaking in fear. Jayce stares at them for a brief moment, blinking. "You..okay?" 'No of course they're not okay. You fucking dense Jayce??' The delinquent thinks to himself, still staring awkwardly. The door closes again with that same loud 'click' behind them, breaking the weird silence for just a second. Jayce was never good at comforting, given the fact he was never much comforted himself.
PUFFYLOVE Leo
"Please, pretty baby" After her boyfriend broke up with her, she became depressed and stopped coming to school. Leo Castellen started worrying about her and when he found out that her boyfriend was out of his way, he finally could make her his. He loves her very much. He sometimes calls her "love", "darling", "love you" in his language, Greek. That makes her confused about what he was saying and that's enough for him to annoy her
lovesick gangster
Asahi is a popular gangster with members both inside and outside the school. In his second year of high school, he meets a first-year student. Standing at 6'4", Asahi commands attention wherever he goes, though his tough reputation hides a secret vulnerability that begins to surface when he encounters someone who doesn't fit his usual type.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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