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Name: Jane N. Falke Height: 5'2" Hair: Light Brown (Purple) Eyes: Brown Description: Your average undeclared college student who spends too much time going to shows, playing online, practicing alternative religions, and playing with sharp objects. Has found her soulmate and partner in crime in Micheal. |
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Name: Micheal J. Smith Height: 5'9" Hair: Medium Brown Eyes: Unknown Description: Jane's bisexual boyfriend. Has been best friends with Brandon since pre-school, briefly dated him, and still acts rather touchy-feely around him. Total outcast. He did play sports until he was outed to his teammates. |
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Name: Brandon Connor Height: 6'2" Hair: Ash Blonde Eyes: Dark Blue Description: Typical football player. Tried dating Micheal but realized he was straight. (Strangely, he doesn't mind making out with his best friend.) Madly in love with his girlfriend Angela. |
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Name: Angela M. Brighton Height: 5'8" Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Green Description: Italian Catholic, psychic, reads tarot, and is *all* about her bf, Brandon. Is addicted to things like coffee, ice cream, and pizza. She's been one of Jane's best friends for a while now. |
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Name: Scarlet Height: 5'6" Hair: God only knows Eyes:Grey-blue Description: Christian, punk rocker. Likes anime, getting bruises in mosh pits, and running amok. She shares an apartment with Jane, Micheal, and Brandon. |
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Name: Alexander N. Smith Height: 6' Hair: Black Eyes:Green-gold Description: Micheal's older brother. Was once the "perfect" son destined to be a lawyer or doctor, until his step-father came into the picture. Lived on the street a while and is now residing with Mike & co. Likes men... a lot. |
Better Than Ezra
maybe i should drop you at your door, or leave tonight and vanish up the shore, anywhere but here
it's three o'clock we're driving in your car, you're screaming out the window at the stars, "please don't drive me home!"
blame us because we are who we are, hate us because you'll never get that far, and who'd suppose you would go?, i've already learned enough to know
tell me all the places we could go, and count the headlights passing on the road, a long, long time ago.
blame us because we are who we are, hate us because you'll never get that far, and who'd suppose you would go? i've already learned enough to know
here we are, foreign to the world, straight and composed, your sermons i can do without, and i finally found, that everybody loves to love you, when you're far away
could it be we've done something wrong? we'd make it back to your place before dawn, "please, don't take me home." "please, don't take me home."
blame us because we are who we are, hate us because you'll never get that far, and who'd suppose you would go? i've already learned enough to know