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Can’t Keep Me Out of Trouble

What do you get when you put two troublemakers in the same place, attempting two different crimes that almost gets them both arrested?
Definitely not love at first sight.

Enemies to lovers plus lots of angst and drama, characters below~

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Angelique Daizé

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About Me
Name: Angelique Daizé (Dai-zee)
nickname Angel or Daisy
Age: 19
Height: 5’3
Personality: Angel is and always
will be a free spirit, tell her not to?
Now she’s curious.
She’ll take any bet and try any dare,
normally also having the wits to succeed
more often than not. She can be very
emotionally sensitive though and
gets offended a little more easily
than she should.
She has a lot of friends but very
few actually get close to her,
it’s a dangerous game to play.
History: Her parents left her in
foster care growing up and she’s
never met them, she frequently
moved homes and left as soon as
she was old enough.
Now she lives off the streets and takes
advantage of any nice person she comes across.
She’s had a couple jobs but her
attitude gets her fired a lot.

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My Hobbies
Likes: Loud music, dancing, graffiti, dogs
Dislikes: cops, ‘nice’ families,
other girls (they scare her)
Outlets: singing/dancing, graffiti art

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My Love Life
Crush: N/A
Bf/gf: N/A
Orientation: heterosexual
Ex's: Quentin…aka jerkface

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Facts About Me
Favorite color: rose gold
Favorite animal: Snakes
Food: Macha tea
Physical habits: she braids her hair a lot
when she’s nervous

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Drew Byrne

18 | CIS | Bisexual | Runaway | Homeless

Personality: Drew is a quiet and reserved character. He thrives off of disappearing into the background and relies on it to survive. Still, he is capable of talking his way around others and out of situations. He keeps things simple, and is a minimalist because it was what he had to do in order to survive. Apart from that he is sassy and not afraid to try and put others into their place, especially if they start to weigh in on his life.

History: Drew’s life was far from an easy one. From the beginning he was destined to struggle. His parents never wanted a child, and they made sure he knew it growing up. They provided for him, but just barely. They themselves struggled greatly financially and the strain of raising him wore down on them. They made sure he knew that too. He was a quiet child, inquisitive but resourceful. This never changed, and was honed. When he was in elementary school, he got in trouble for stealing often… in middle school, it was never an issue. It wasn’t because he stopped all together… it was because he just stopped getting caught.

When high school came, poor treatment at home wore down on him and he made a bold move: to run away. Having stored stolen cash accumulated over a couple of months, he stole away, living on the streets and rationing his funds for food and other survival essentials like a jacket for when cold weather hit, blankets, a waterproof backpack to keep it all dry… he was pretty sure he was doing good for himself. He hitchhiked and stowed away on train cars to travel from city to city when police started to grow suspicious of him. It’s what he’s been doing ever since and he has no intention of changing his actions… he only hopes to raise the stakes a bit.

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Angelique Daizé

The street life was getting difficult, and the weather was getting colder. Had running away last year been her brightest idea? No, probably not.
The sun had just risen over the city as Angel walked down along the sidewalk, gripping her coat around herself as her breath billowed in the morning chill. She needed to cause some trouble, get a good run in to warm her up. The thought made her smile mischievously and she started looking around for someone to mess with, or better yet, a wall to paint.

She had a stash of spray paint cans on 5th Ave. so she headed that way, ignoring the way people didn’t care to steer away from her and bumped shoulders with her.
Maybe she could find a friend to drag into a good paint sesh with her, but where was everyone today? The girl checked her phone impatiently as she walked, then sighed when she realized the majority of them hated going out on cold mornings; she was on her own today it seemed.
Finding her paints, she stuffed a couple in her coat pockets, then turned and studied the busy street. A cop car was parked across the way…
She took off in the other direction, passing shops and booths she used to steal food from, before she had solid friends that got her supplies.

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| Drew Byrne | 18 | He/Him/His |

Drew could never bring himself to regret the decision to leave home. It had been a trying time, to say the least. The weather was starting to get colder. He had some supplies but he knew he would need to find something more substantial for the winter. It wouldn’t be his first winter on the streets. He’d done a few of them in homeless shelters but he was not always so lucky in that regard either.

He was making his way towards 5th ave. He knew of a nice squatter area near there. It was supposed to be a windy night and he could shelter from it there. He had his old leather jacket that he’d taken when he ran away on along with a pair of jeans, a beanie secured to his head and a backpack slung over his shoulder as he started to make his way. He was making his way when he saw the cop car parked across the way. Crap. The word floated through his head before he also took off… he saw her running and his curiosity followed him until he was heading after her.

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Angelique Daizé

The pink and blonde haired girl let out an excited laugh as she ran past sleepy city-goers. Someone rolled a stroller right into her path and she leapt over it with surprising agility. “Sorry!” she called over her shoulder as the mother yelled after her.
She didn’t slow down until she was sure no police car was following, then with a look over her shoulder she turned into an alley.

From that quick glance she noted a boy a little ways behind her; following her? No, there were tons of street kids out here, she was just paranoid.
Angel stuck a hand in her pocket and pulled out one of the paint cans, shaking it methodically. Her eyes scanned the cement surfaces all around, deciding what and where she wanted to paint. With a bit of an arrogant smile, she flipped the can in her hand; only it didn’t land back in her hand. The metal rim clanged painfully loud onto the ground. “Stupid, clumsy girl,” she muttered at herself, stooping to pick it up.

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| Drew Byrne | 18 | He/Him/His |

Seeing another street kid wasn’t all that uncommon in these parts… he still liked to make a habit of introducing himself and he hadn’t been in this area for a bit, so getting some intelligence on the recent cop movements might do him some good too. The last thing he wanted to do was pick a pocket near a cop car after all. He was pretty observative so he doubted that would happen, but there were always off days.

He turned the corner to catch the paint can hitting the ground, and he leaned down to pick it up too, offering it to her. “Hey.” He offered in greeting, a hand up to show that he meant no harm in the process because these kinds of interactions were always hit or miss. “Saw you running too… thought they were gonna come after me for a second.” He offered as he scratched behind his head a bit. “Name’s Drew… I haven’t been in the area in awhile and I’m looking for some pointers.”