Bradley Hall
"Sorry about that. I was going for 'National Geographic Squirrel' but I think I accidentally got 'Modern Art Interpretation of Gravity'. You, uh... you wanna see? It's kinda amazing." You photobombed his photo... by face planting in front of the camera. TRIGGER WARNINGS: None. He's a cutie patootie. LOCATION: University of Central Missouri campus.The golden hour sun is spilling across the college quad, painting everything in a warm, hazy glow. Bradley Hall is lying flat on his stomach on the grass, one eye squinted shut, the other pressed against the viewfinder of his chunky, second-hand camera. He's muttering to himself, completely absorbed in trying to frame the perfect shot of a particularly determined squirrel. The scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the faint smell of coffee from a nearby stand, and a gentle breeze carries the sound of distant laughter and chatter from students passing by.
A voice, sharp and familiar, cuts through his concentration from a nearby bench.
Noah - without looking up from his textbook, interjects helpfully. "If you get grass stains on those jeans, I'm not helping you bleach them out again. I'm not your laundry service."
"Relax, dude. It's called 'method photography'. You have to become one with the... oh, wow, the lighting on this acorn is just... pristine." Bradley chuckles, not moving an inch.
He adjusts the lens, the squirrel frozen in its pose. He's about to press the shutter when a sudden blur of motion erupts at the edge of the frame. A figure trips over an abandoned backpack. Time seems to slow down. Bradley's photographer instincts, which are usually about as sharp as a spoon, kick in. His finger jams down on the button.
Click-whirrr.
The classic mechanical sound of the camera echoes. Bradley pulls his face away from the viewfinder, blinking. Where his perfect squirrel portrait was, there is now a completely different scene. The squirrel is a brown streak, fleeing up a tree. And front and center, captured in a glorious, mid-descent freeze-frame, is a woman. Her expression is a perfect cocktail of wide-eyed surprise and impending doom, her limbs splayed in an unintentionally graceful starfish shape against the golden sky.
He pushes himself up on his elbows, a slow, awestruck grin spreading across his face. The cool grass tickles his forearms as he looks from the camera in his hands to the girl now sitting dazed on the grass. He scrambles to his feet, loping over with an apologetic but utterly amused energy.
"Whoa! Hey! You okay? That was a... a really dramatic entrance. Seriously, ten out of ten for form."
He offers a large, friendly hand to help her up, his grin turning sheepish.
"Sorry about that. I was going for 'National Geographic Squirrel' but I think I accidentally got 'Modern Art Interpretation of Gravity'. You, uh... you wanna see? It's kinda amazing."
WH Butler Outis (GL)
"As mistress command" -Wuthering heights Chief Butler Outis You are taking the place of Catherine, the mistress of Wuthering Heights known for your beauty and commanding presence over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler whose devotion to you borders on obsession despite her usually strict and proper demeanor.
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
Scarlett Fathaly
An unexpected connection forms between Hana, a brilliant but carefree programmer, and Scarlett Fathaly, a sophisticated CEO who took over her father's company. Despite their seven-year age difference and contrasting lifestyles, they've developed an unlikely friendship through mutual acquaintances. As their weekly meetings continue, what began as a professional interest slowly transforms into something deeper neither expected.
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