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[Arkady Zoussi]

Let's take back the nightlife.

Skateboarding was Arkady Sophia's ultimate form of release. It was better than sex, it was better than drugs. It was a rush that went unrivaled. Currently she was a blur to all who saw her, the night was young and she was alive. A feeling you had to embrace. You had to, or else you were just void. White chords ran up to ears that had been pierced up to seven times in one ear, and six in the other. Pumping music that no one else but the seventeen year old could hear. A variant of music, it was all fast tempo. All quick, all to keep up this euphoric feeling. Everything from techno, to Japanese Rock, to hardcore, to rap, to everything in between. Bright blue eyes closed as she landed another trick. Haha, she loved this lifestyle. Loved being in Los Angeles. Yes, she was a LA native, so naturally she knew the scene quite well. Her parents though, they were rich people. When Arkady quit school, well. They disowned her. Broke all ties, kicked her out ofthe house.. GED or not. It didn't matter though. Nothing did.

Nothing except her life now.
In all reality, she was the one living it.. Yeah? Not them, so what was their right to judge her? True, they were her parents. Anyone who isn't going to support her fully in any decision though. Isn't really there for her. Maybe she was just seeing things too black and white again.. Although, right now everything just seemed so bright and so.. Full of life. Even in the darkness of the night, the deadness of it all. There was such life, such amazing life. The Arts' District.. This place ran off a nocturnal clock. While everyone worked nine ams to five pms they had parties or raves from eleven pm to five am. It was a great scene, especially for her. Various former musicians lived here, Sonny Moore for one. Hahaha, who can say they seriously knew Sonny fucking Moore? Currently though, she wanted to make her mark.

Landing a grind of the edge of a sidewalk, she kicked her board up and glanced around, holding it by the trunks in a french-manicured hand. The girl marveled at all the detailed artwork. It was so.. Amazing. Kady was the kind of person who saw beauty and chance in everything. What people saw as mere graffitti drawings, she saw as people's pride and joy. "I'm adding mine," The words passed her pierced lips seamlessly. Her alto voice never shaking. Yes, unlike most girls.. Her voice was not high pitched and cutesy. It was low, slightly menacing. Like she knew she was the monster under your bed. Well, at least, she could convince you of such things.

Black and multi neon colored 'Becky Bones' by Osiris skateboarding shoes hit the ground gently as she advanced towards a slightly barren wall. Her black and white checkered dickies backpack got put down to the side next to her board. Unzippering it, she pulled out a couple cans of spraypaint, and tagged the wall. Stepping back she looked at the design.. It was, interesting to say the least. The only two words there instead of something brutal, or interesting was ' MATTRESS THIEF '. Ah yes, that was her nickname if you knew her. The mattress thief, or mattress thief. Sighing, she put her cans back in her bag and zippered it up. Her attire was not odd, compared to some.. Merely a spaghetti strap tanktop, and ripped, faded, and flared jeans. Her arms had multiple bracelets and such, while around her neck was a couple necklaces. Her blue, blonde, and black hair was pulled back into two pigtails.

Glancing out into the darkness, a shadow caught her eye. Now she wasn't big on fighting, but need be she could, and would hold her own. "Who is there?" She called out to the darkness, fist clenched. This was either going to end up really good, or really bad.

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[Charisma Demetria Mello]

Charisma was so deep in thought, she was tired, exhausted, but wanted to take some time off by taking a walk. She found herself in an alley. It was until a voice brought her back to reality."Hello...who's there?"/ a voice asked low and deep ,said. Charisma, scared,said in a soft voice..."me...a girl,shy, sick and tired of the way i have been treated.I want to be a new confident strong person." Charisma walked slowly. She couldn't believe she said all of that to a stranger she couldn't even see. She felt stupid, but as she walked the shadow became clear, it was a girl with blue hair. skateboard, and a lot of bracelets danging on her arms.Charisma stood less than a feet away. She seemed cool, but in a weird way."Umm hi." Charisma managed to say.