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dropping, good luck everyone and an early congrats to the lucky winner!

[shawty-cs]

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[Hinoka]

possible res what a beauty

[pim]

OddBarkk • Thomas P. (Tom) • Male

story: WiPP

[Guest]

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i' m d y ing i'm so exited ur an artist

[kittykore]

username: MimiBitz
name: Jeremy
gender: Male
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[angelshy]

hhhhh I'm so excited you're a ga artist ! <3
friendly bump ! c:

[ThyVampire]

HUGE FUN OF THE OUTSIDERS!! :'D (I have a photo of them on my wall. So thank you for this Kalon!)

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Username: DemonicSoul ~ Name: Rudy ~ Gender: Male
Story:
The East Side greasers are "outsiders" to the West side of town, the "rich" side.
To an outsider, West-side life can look very appealing, but it is unappreciated
by the Socs who live there.

Being a part of this East side of town only made Rudy end up in getting around
a measure of trouble. But living here all of his life only derived him into
adapting towards this “wild side” leaving him putting grease through his hair
and throwing on the Eastern denim jackets.

But what does he do when he’s not arguing with Socs or stealing a pack of
gum from a store?

Rudy picks sunflowers routinely in his family’s fields just to catch the attention
of the gorgeous girl whom liked to hang around with his rivals, the Socs. With
her golden hair and green eyes, she doesn’t know that all of these flowers she
finds at her front doorstep is from a Greaser. If she did find out, there was no
chance for Rudy to win her heart as it was obvious she was only interested in
that of the rich kids.

After about a month of plucking flowers from the ground, Rudy confronted his
fears of possibly being rejected. He came right up to her doorstep with the
admission that he was the one that left the sunflowers for her because they
appeared like her beautiful hair.

She said… “No.”

But he was oddly okay with it because he knew that some people are going to
reject you simply because you shine too bright for them.
(Stay golden.)

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username. lord ren .................. name. (see above) .................. gender. male

Wyatt is considered to be a loving and outgoing character. He is a constant helper both inside and outside
of the home. At school he works for high marks, he’s even an active participant on the debate team. Due
to some past events he struggles to cope with intense feelings of abandonment and distrust. Regardless of
this he still tries to be as civil to others as possible. His hobbies include flower pressing. Whenever he is
troubled he will go venture in the forest behind his house for new species of flowers. Wyatt will press the
flowers before adding additional information such as scientific name and origin to the page. This book is
one of his most prized possessions, he carries it virtually everywhere. Physically he stands at around 5'4"
and weighs approximately 135 lbs, give or take a few at any given time. When he grows up he wishes to
be a school therapist. Helping others overcome their struggles is a now large component of his life.

Name significance
Marcel means "little warrior" and Wyatt means "tough in war"! His
first name comes from his paternal grandfather who helped watch
over him when he was a kit. Wyatt had a strong dislike for him on
behalf of his bad attitude; he would constantly be reprimanded for
small mistakes to an extreme degree. Any problem resulted in a lot
of yelling and crying. His grandfather was very rude to his mother
as well at some points which only furthered Wyatt’s aggressiveness
towards him. Marcel passed away when Wyatt was still somewhat
young but the name has remained tainted, hence why he presents
with his middle name.

Interests
In addition to his clubs and flower scrapbooking, Wyatt loves reading
comic books of every kind. He finds it fascinating how the authors
create different realms. These new realities give him an escape from
the struggles of schooling and home life. When things grow tough he
can always be found with his nose buried in a worn comic.

Likes/Dislikes
Likes: cold drinks, ice scream, car rides, bright colors, hard candies,
catchy music, his comics // Dislikes: strangers, smell of smoke, having
his things touched by others, being criticized, any sort of vegetable

Backstory
He grew up somewhat sheltered. His parents were decently well off because of all the the hours they pulled for their jobs and their money saving strategies. They wanted for nothing but weren't considered overly fanciful either. If he brought home good grades he'd be treated with extra weekly allowance and occasionally a trip to their local cinema. One of his favorite childhood friend was Raury Davis, a school friend from the nicer side of town. They met at a young age, immediately hitting it off, and only grew closer over the years. Over time Wyatt found he had serious feelings for his companion and was ashamed of himself. It took a while for him to confess to Raury how he truly felt but to his surprise the feelings were reciprocated. Their relationship blossomed and everything felt somewhat at ease. After the incident Wyatt closed himself off emotionally from the rest of his friends and all of his family. It took quite some time for him to be able to form a healthy relationship-- platonic or otherwise-- without being hindered by his distrust of others.

Story

The pencil scratches across the paper in his jumbled scrawl. As his hand makes its way across the way and back again, transferring to a lower line to continue his stream of thought, he gnaws his lip with nervousness. It’s been difficult these past couple of weeks to process all that had happened to him what with the invasion and the break up. Some things are never easy to deal with. Wyatt finishes marking the date before continuing on.

Dear diary,

My parents told me I need to start venting my thoughts somewhere. We tried counselling but I don’t fancy talking to strangers about my personal life so they gave up shortly after my first couple appointments. I resolved to put my thoughts in a journal of sorts so that I can work through things on my own. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.

His pencil halts, swirling above the lined sheets. Wyatt nips at the eraser a moment while his mind lapses back. It had been a normal Friday by any means; he’d come home and made himself dinner while his parents went out of town. It was frequent for them to be at meetings or social gatherings for their line of work so he’d learnt at a young age how to care for himself.

I just can’t believe he did it, you know? It feels like my heart has been shattered. There’s just something about it that feels wrong and unreal but it’d be cliche to call it a bad dream. Now that I think about it everything was a cliche with him from the way my stomach fluttered when I first saw him to the bad boy type he desperately aimed to be.

He’d been sleeping peacefully when a crash came from a neighboring room. Instantly he’d been on high alert, creeping towards his parents room, the origin of the noise, with his breath held. Through the cracks of the door he’d made out a silhouette against his mother’s dresser. It took a few moments for him to work up enough courage to step inside.

I still remember the way he looked at me. Everything just stopped and he looked at me with these cold eyes, the same eyes I remember falling in love with, and he stared. I didn’t know what to do I was so confused and lost and torn all at once. I remember seeing my mother’s pearls in his hand, I didn’t really understand what was going on.

He’d pushed forward, desperate for an explanation. There was a moment of mutual horror between them before Raury’s face relaxed into a casual expression. The necklace was jammed almost carelessly into his jacket pockets.

It’s real and I know I’m living it but it just feels like a blur even now. Every night I fall asleep dwelling over every detail. It’s almost like I can feel his eyes on me again and the sinking in my chest comes back. Just the way he talked to me seemed so terrible, it was like he didn’t care but I suppose that’s the truth.

Wyatt tried to get the jewelry back; he begged and pleaded for Raury to take the higher path and to stop where he stood but there was no changing his mind. He seemed determine to take the bracelets and necklaces so dear to his mother’s heart. He grabbed at the pearls with gritted teeth only to be shoved back.

It hadn’t been good for a while, I know, but I thought that he was better than that. We’d just gone on a date that Wednesday. You don’t just go on a date and two days later rob their house and dump them. It’s just cruel. I tried to get back mother's things but he pushed me and I started crying. It just hurt so bad I didn't know what else to do. We stood there a few seconds and then he said--

"This is a dog-eat-dog world and the sooner you realize that, the better."

I cried until he left and then called the police. There wasn't much they could do besides comfort me and try to get in contact with his parents. I guess he was right after all, it's every man for himself.

Notes
Raury Davis is a kalon that belongs to toadkind. I've received full permission to use him here and to allude to a past
relationship between Raury and Wyatt! Proof can be put in if it's necessary. Moodboard above is made by me. Credit to toadkind for doing the art portion. Good luck, everyone!

[Carnations]

res !!