[hr] [CENTER][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjExNi5lNzA4ZjMuUlhabGJIbHViaUJCYm00Z1UyVnlaVzVsYkdsbmFIUSwuMA,,/georganodemo.regular.webp[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/VlWrvIO.png[/img][/CENTER] [right][code]Current day Interactions: No one Outfit: Normal[/code][/right][hr] Street lights passed by one after the other. Lynn pressed her forehead into the window of her Grandmother’s car. She watched as the scenery changed around them as they traveled down the road, but could not help but notice that nothing seemed to change outside. Each house seemed to be the same mid-century home that was both too big for a single person to live in alone, yet too small for a family. From the two-car garage that was not built for the larger SUVs and trucks of today, to the smaller yards and fence in a state of disrepair, the homes may have been the same old bland design that populated this part of town, but it was also ones that reminded her of her family home out west. She remembers vividly fighting her siblings, and even her parents, for time in the only shower in the house, which, for some reason, was located right down the hall from the living room. While the bedrooms may have had their own bathrooms, they were cramped, and it was difficult to get ready in these rooms. A smirk crossed her face as she remembered having to dodge, duck, dive, and weave her way around her family in the mornings as everyone moved in a chaotic pattern as they got ready for the day. Street lights continued to pass by, one after the other, and all they could do is steal the smile from her face. Lynn shifted her eyes towards the driver's seat and took in her grandmother. She was a little older than one might expect for a grandparent. She was seventy three years of age and had started to finally look it. Wrinkles became the dominant feature one might spot on her face, and right after, one would see the sea of gray that had begun to dominate her hairline. Her fashion was muted shades of pastels, with a large, thick rimmed glasses over her eyes, and large pearls around her neck. Her neck and spine as a whole were curved, giving her a hunched look as he gripped the steering wheel with a surprising amount of strength. The way her eyes squinted suggested that she was struggling to drive at this time of night. This was surprising to Lynn. When Lynn received the text from an unknown number, she brought it up to her grandma. She had figured that she’d have told her to ignore it and get ready for school the next day. Yet, for some reason, she was all too excited to take Lynn to a place that was undoubtedly breaking several laws. Was this some desperate Hail Mary right at the start of Lynn living here to make friends? Or was there some other reason that she wanted Lynn gone for the night? Lynn suspected it was a little bit of both. From the countless photos of her mother that dotted the wall of her grandmother's house, there was no denying that Lynn was the spitting image of her. As an only child as well, that meant that when she died, her grandmother was without anyone. Grandpa had died a couple of years back of heart failure, and Lynn’s two Great Uncles had gone out in the war long ago. Thus, there was truly no other family that her Grandma had left. And when your only child dies long before their time, it can be a little hard to see her spitting image every day in your home again. The car suddenly began to decelerate. Lynn looked over to her grandma, before her eyes darted out the front windscreen. She did not really know where she was. Had she visited this part of town in the two weeks she had been here? Lynn’s eyes darted from building to building, yet she could not make heads or tails of that question. Eventually, they returned to her grandma, and she offered a small smirk. [color=8A2BE2]“Do abandoned warehouses look different in the rust belt or,”[/color] Lynn paused as she looked out the passenger window again, leaning her head against the cool glass as she did, [color=8A2BE2]“did you see something in the road?”[/color] [color=E9967A]“Oh, I can’t drive you right up to the door. There’s a bullying problem at the school, last I heard, and I don’t think little ol’ me dropping ya off will help with that,”[/color] she raised her right hand off the steering wheel and pointed at the road they were parked right before, [color=E9967A]“go right at the sign. That road will take you all the way to the party. I don’t want you to do anything you’d regret, but I hope you can make some good friends to start the school year off strong, okay? When you’re done, you can use my card to take a ride home. Now, I don’t want you out too late but please take your time. Have a little fun, you know?”[/color] [color=8A2BE2]“Alright,”[/color] Lynn paused as she offered a weak smile. It was the former. She just wanted Lynn to be a teenager, in a controlled way. Lynn wondered if she was this relaxed with her mother? Lynn opened the door and put her right foot out, before she paused as she turned towards her Grandma. [color=8A2BE2]“Thanks, grandma.”[/color] [hr] As Lynn walked through the doors of the warehouse, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and feel the music impact her body. Even though the rest of her senses were getting bombarded by the smell of body odor, the touch of bodies brushing past her, and the bright lights breaking through the weak barrier of her eyelids, she could only focus on the beat. She felt the rhythm enter her bones, and a small smile spread across her face. This was not her first party. She had snuck out about six months back when the weather was colder to go to one. It was held at some highschoolers house when his parents were out of town. She had tasted her first drink of alcohol that night. She remembered how freeing it was back then. The music hit better, the jokes were funnier, and the experience as a whole was a bright light that was blinded by the encroaching darkness. Her eyes opened. She wondered if the drinks tonight would have the same impact the drinks back then had. Maybe they could strip away all the negative emotions that consumed her thoughts. Or allow her to relax and enjoy a crazy party and make some friends. That could wait. For now, she maneuvered through the crowd towards where the dance circle had formed. From the outskirts, she watched as two beautiful women began to dance and build the vibe around them. They seemed so free in everything they did. From her perspective, neither had a singular care in the world at this moment and that liberty seemed intoxicating. Just being near them lifted Lynn's spirits ever so. If she were in a class with women like that, she could get used to going to school here.