[center][h2][color=92278f]Y Kim[/color][/h2][/center]

	[color=92278f]"My dad is the reason my head is shaved right now."[/color] Y just seemed rather happy that someone was dancing with her, this music was her soul and every word just kissed at the very fabric of her existence.  Or rather she just loved all music but some just got to her heart.  Stevie was beautiful and a few years ago that's all a young boy named Kyle wanted, to be a beautiful woman like Stevie.  She closed her eyes as the song changed singing along with the words to Rhiannon, a name she'd almost taken for herself all those years ago singing at the top of her lungs when her parents weren't around.  How she had came up with Y was just an impulse that seemed to stick, she just really liked just being called Y.  [@RhineQueen]
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[center][h2][color=00aeef]Jace Taylors[/color][/h2][/center]

	After about ten minutes he grumbled a bit shutting the laptop and rolling on his back looking up at the ceiing.  He was pretty much as social as a rock.  He hated people in general just looking over at Tom but not saying another.  It was like he was trying to figure him out without asking, not a very easy task to say the least.  He closed his eyes pulling his blanket up over his shoulder mumbling out, [color=00aeef]"Welcome to pissvile."[/color]  Chuckling at his own joke and shifted completely so he was laying on his pillow.

[@nano627]