Kari Styles, your local coffee shop's classic Misanthrope Goth Barista. Sarcastic, rude, eyes like daggers and an even sharper tongue to match. Kari will blow and pop her bubblegum as she takes your order, and if your not quick about she may spit in your drink. Don't bother calling the manager about it either, she's afraid of Kari as well. Maybe she's just misunderstood, or maybe she's just a cunt, you find out.

She calls herself a hopeless romantic and fantasizes about the idea of true love, but shys away from it every time it comes near. Always wondering "Whats wrong with me, why cant I be loved?". The friend everyone has, she's fun, exciting, weird and cringe, but oddly enough, the girl of all her male friends dreams.

Chloe is the regular swimming at the community pool you pass by on your commute to and from. Always wearing a competition styled one-piece swimsuit, maybe she's training for something. You've made brief eye contact before, never exchanged words though. On one commute, you glance over and notice, she's squatting outside of the locker rooms! Were the doors locked or is she into exhibitionism on a different level? Should you check on her or continue walking home?.....