[center][h3][color=FF407E]Rebel[/color][/h3][/center]

Sixteen hours.

That was how long she sat in a cramped car with her brothers and their friends. Rebel was a fan of car rides, watching the scenes go by, and getting artistic inspiration from the different landscapes. She was up the whole night finishing the a few art pieces that were long overdue, and had hoped to finish more on the car ride to her new home. Maybe even throw in a quick nap in hopes of diluting the always present dark circles from her eyes. That of course wasn't the case.

Don't get her wrong, Rebel was more than grateful her two brothers volunteered to drive her and the trailer full of her furniture and other belongings. They were having one of their yearly Brotherly Roadtrip, or a Bro-Trips™, and just happen to drive through the small town where she decided to move to. As mentioned, their Bro-Trips™ included of course the two actual brothers as well two other friends. The one of many problems being they in a four seated car with five people. Another being how they went all out in creating the Bro-Trip™ atmosphere, which included:

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[*] blasting loud music from their Bro-Trip™ Playlist
[*] singing/screaming said music (windows down so the world can listen)
[*] dancing to said music.
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That being said, Rebel almost cried tears of joy when the falling apart hunk of metal that was her brothers' car pulled up to the apartment building. Of course, to her horror, what she assumed to be the other tenants were out front as they parked the car in front, still blasting their Bro-Trip™ Playlist. She pulled the hood of her hoodie over her face, hoping her loud group would distract the strangers from her face. Although Rebel realized they would remain as long as they helped her carry her things.

As her brothers, still dancing to the still blasting music, opened the back of the trailer to pull out her items from their travel supplies and gear, she grabbed her laptop bag, packing her drawing tablet back inside. [i][color=FF407E]Maybe I can finish that commission once I get settled,[/color][/i] She thought, trying to distract herself from the thought of being the center of attention as her entourage continued their performance, most likely relishing in their new audience.

Rebel walked up to the group, quietly trying to avoid their gaze, her embarrassment painted red on her face and she wished for the power of invisibility. She noticed the sign about the keys, and spotted who she assumed to be the owner of the building sweeping. Or for all she knew could just be a tidy resident. Either way, she waited awkwardly for the others to receive their keys as to not be even ruder than her loud arrival. She didn't bother to interact with her new neighbors, but only managed to see what sort of shoes they wore, not willing to look up from the safety of her hood.

[color=FF407E]"I-I'm Rebel, hello,"[/color] she muttered at a quiet audible level just above a whisper, pulling the draw strings of her hoodie as she watched her brother hop onto the roof of the car and toss his shirt off as he got into the new [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGyjg3I7aK8]song[/url] playing.

[i][color=FF407E]I accept death.[/color][/i]