[quote=Kitty]
Ally walked down the street connect her apartment to the main road. She didn't have work until the afternoon so her morning would be free. Which means she would now be steering clear of any ground not covered in cement. Ally currently wore ripped skinny jeans, black combat boots, a black tank top and a red plaid flannel shirt tied around her waist. Her dirty blonde hair was in a high ponytail and her light green eyes had dark eyemakeup around them making them pop. She went up to a street vendor selling coffee and bought some before sitting on a bench, pulling her headphones that had been around her neck and placing them on her ears. She then began blasting the mixed music - she had created for fun from popular songs - into her ears. She drowned out the world and hoped to enjoy the peace of the morning in the middle of a concrete area where she wouldn't be bothered.
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After brushing his teeth and shaving the stubble from his chin, Matt washed off his face and dressed in a pair of frayed dark gray jeans, a black Misfits tanktop and a sleeveless gray denim jacket with a black hood and a Metallica patch on the back (the album cover of Kill Em All). He then put on his black Converse sneakers and put in his eyebrow piercings before grabbing the gig bag that contained his dark red Schecter Omen-6 guitar and slinging it over his shoulder. Matt stepped out from his crummy apartment building onto the concrete, cracked and stained a bit with dry blood and....whatever the hell that other stain was. Cautiously his eyes shifted around, making sure no one could see as he lit a cigarette....with his own hand covered in flames. He quickly snuffed the flame out by shaking his hand vigorously like a match and took a slow drag on his cig before breathing out a phantom wisp of smoke. There was a girl who strolled by him, catching the glint of his ice blue eyes. In his opinion, she was attractive...or as he would put it, totally f*ckable. Matt gave the chick a sly whistle before walking the opposite way down the street to where his band was practicing. He didn't have work until the afternoon, so he had time to kill.