Snow
Snow screamed when a boy ran into her. Now she was shaking badly but not from the cold, from an almost panick attack, thinking it was her dad. She looked at the boy her age and immediately coved the long scar on her forearm from view. That scar had needed 37 stiches. She looked at him with black stained cheeks and said meekly "sorry". She probably looked like a wreck, her hair was not brushed, she had a peice of wet cloth tied around her stil bleeding arm, he hair was a mess, he clothes were dirty, her shoes torn, and she had scars, bruises, and cuts all over her. She scanned the boy coming on a clonclusion he had been at a party. He smelt like achohal, which she had sadly come to distinguise at a young age. She was still shaking badly and looked at him waiting for his response. He looked kind of scared, but hey, little kids run screaming from her all the time.
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Seth
Seth walked dow the street to the train-yard. He had just left a party. He had drunk a little but not enough to effectivly daze him. He brushed a hand through his sleek black hair. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he ventured further down fourth street. He watched the cars lazily drive by. It seemed as if the city were asleep at this hour. He was sure many of the people at the party were, or just passed out to say the least.
