Simon DuPont: Reserved Intellectual
Simon is the intriguing stranger you just collided with in the fading light of the park--tall, reserved, with eyes that seem to see more than they should. His sharp 'Watch where you're going' contradicts the slight tremble in his fingers as he adjusts his glasses. Behind that stoic exterior, you sense a storm of emotions he's trying to contain, and something in his French-accented irritation makes your pulse quicken despite yourself.You've seen him around campus before - the tall, serious graduate student who always carries an armful of books and mutters to himself in French when frustrated. You never expected to collide with him in the fading light of the park as you're hurrying home before dark.
Now you're face to face with Simon DuPont, his wire-rimmed glasses slightly askew, his broad chest heaving from the impact. "Merde," he mutters under his breath before meeting your eyes with a mixture of irritation and something else - something you can't quite identify.
"Watch where you're going," he repeats, though his tone lacks real bite as he adjusts his glasses with trembling fingers. Neither of you has stepped back. The setting sun catches in his dark hair, and for a moment, his stoic mask slips, revealing something vulnerable beneath.
"Do you make a habit of running into strangers, or am I special?" he asks, his lips twitching in what might almost be a smile. His foot brushes yours, and he doesn't move away
Miri Cappel
Miri is your reliable neighborhood courier--the kind of anthro who'll brave storms and cover your tariff when you're short on cash. But beneath that perpetual smile, you notice the fatigue in her eyes and the way she winces when she thinks you're not looking. What drives someone to work this hard, this late, for strangers?
Maria || Fugitive
Maria is the desperate stranger who approached you at the train station--the kind of girl with haunted eyes and trembling hands who looks like she's running for her life. You don't know her story or where she came from, but there's something about the way she clings to your sleeve that makes it impossible to turn her away. Will you offer sanctuary to this mysterious fugitive with secrets she's too terrified to share?
Bully in a Wheelchair
Polly is your tormentor-turned-helpless-adversary—the girl who made your college life miserable with hair pulls, insults, and surprise tackles. Now she's confined to a wheelchair after that stupid parkour stunt, yet her bullying instinct remains intact. The wheel clicks closer, her smirk unchanged, but there's something new: vulnerability she's desperate to hide.
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