Je suis dans un tout nouveau fuseau horaire, nous avons un tout nouvel état d'esprit
Buzzing tout haut sur une corde serrée, les yeux éclairés comme le signe de Vegas
Interaction avec: Allie 

La bonne nouvelle était que l'autre fille n'a pas ri, n'a pas immédiatement radié Nicoletta comme une sorte de bizarre tranquille. C'était toujours une bonne chose. La meilleure nouvelle encore était que l'autre fille sourit - Nicoletta pouvait dire un sourire et elle espérait honnêtement que c'était à cause de ce premier petit pas vers une simple introduction. Ou peut-être que la fille était un sourire naturel, Nicoletta pouvait certainement voir pourquoi si c'était le cas... ses yeux voyant le sourire auraient pu encourager un doux retournement de ses lèvres aussi bien. Juste un couple de nouvelles introductions ayant un petit sourire, rien de mal avec ça.
Allie s'appelait la fille, et son surnom et Nicoletta ne voyait aucune raison de ne pas l'appeler comme telle. Ça a dû vouloir dire qu'ils étaient plus près de devenir amis, non? Et si elle voulait que tout le monde l'appelle Allie? Et s'il n'y avait rien de spécial, juste une préférence? Déjà la tête de Nicoletta roulait avec des possibilités et surpensait une situation qui n'exigeait pas une analyse aussi lourde. Il n'est pas apparu à Nicoletta qu'elle pouvait fixer - ce qu'elle était, à la pauvre fille et elle n'a pas remarqué immédiatement qu'Allie regardait ailleurs. Ce n'est qu'alors que Nicoletta fit la même chose, avec un léger chanfrein et un regard maladroit en arrière.
Pourquoi c'était bizarre? Pourquoi? Ce n'était pas bizarre. Pourquoi a-t-elle regardé ailleurs? Pourquoi Nicoletta a-t-elle aussi regardé ailleurs? D'autres pensées tournent autour de la tête de Nicoletta alors qu'elle regardait en arrière vers Allie.
-- Vous pouvez m'appeler Nicole si vous voulez, répondit-elle, voix moins timide, mais toujours douce, petits détails? Comme... comme quoi?" Elle avait l'air un peu nerveuse, comme si elle avait été jugée pour avoir porté sa tenue ou quelque chose... qu'a-t-elle fait de mal? "Comme sur quel point votre maquillage est?" C'était le billet, mettez-vous en face de la remarque potentielle avec l'une des siennes.
Il ne semblait même pas s'inscrire auprès de Nicoletta que son commentaire aurait pu être interprété comme 'je regardais votre visage'. Du moins, jusqu'à ce qu'il ait déjà été dit, le compliment - par inadvertance ou autrement - suspendu dans l'air entre eux.
”Please think of me like an endangered species and just observe me quietly from far away. If you try to talk to me or touch me casually, I may get intimidated and bite you. So please be careful.”

What a lovely day to be lonely

|| NAME ||
Nicoletta Soriano. Nicole for short.
|| GENDER ||
 Female 
|| AGE ||
15 
|| GRADE ||
Ninth
|| SEXUALITY ||
Closeted Homosexual
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Sadly Single
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Nicoletta has a preference for the simple: jeans, shirts with words on them (such a faux pas), Chucks, and bracelets that might come out of a Vans. Nicoletta's outfits are not going for fashion or style as many of the girls that roam the halls do, opting instead for more 'normal' and fitting attire. She's aping the 'low effort' style if only because she has no discernible eye for fashion or style at all. But then, that's what searching for identity is about, surely?
Nicoletta's hair is medium length and quite shiny for a muddy brown, matching her muddy eyes. At five foot six she's not going to be standing above anyone and her pale skin is not going to have her standing out much as well, which is actually rather nice. Nicoletta has the figure of a perpetually benched athlete, in that while she is trim and 'in shape', lack of any regular routine has left her with...call it 'extra' around the waist and torso.
Nicoletta is rather soft spoken but when her voice IS heard, chances are it comes tinged with a slight accent while blending with her mellow tone.

Long nights, no peace, I feel like everybody's eyes on me
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Curious, Mellow, Meek, Humorous, Pessimistic, Forgetful
|| PERSONALITY ||
In the world there are leaders and there are followers, at least that's what practically every motivational speaker would tell you; but in the case of Nicoletta? It's absolutely true. Much of her life has been spent simply doing what others have told her to do with little regard for her own thoughts on the matter. It was one thing when her papa asked her to help out. It was another when suddenly the girls she hung out with at school were telling her what to do, who to associate with, and what matched with what. Nicoletta has been a follower for as long as she could remember, which is already far too long.
It's rare to see Nicoletta without a smile. However, when Nicoletta smiles it never seems to be out of genuine joy, and she only ever appears to contribute to conversations amongst her supposed peers in the vaguest manner possible. She's one of the popular crowd in school by virtue of the most shallow reasons possible and she knows that but sees no reason why she can't take advantage of that while it lasts. She wants to just be herself, but that's become harder and harder as she isn't quite sure who she is or what she wants...only that she doesn't want to suffer more talk over who's hooking up with who.
To her credit, she has begun taking steps to breaking out of her meek shell, starting by speaking up more and trying to let her voice be heard among a group of people damn near deaf to anything other than their own inflated egos. Nicoletta doesn't want to enter into adulthood having not made a single decision for herself, and with the rough part of the teenage years looming on the horizon, she hopes that a place where she'll spend four years with people will lead to some deep soul searching. 
|| QUIRKS ||
●She bites her lip when thinking, but in a way that makes her look as if she has to go to the bathroom
●Often interjects sentences with 'um' as you do when you're a teenager with little to actually say
●Frequently slips into Italian when frustrated, annoyed, or just to show off to someone she's trying to impress
●Eats her pasta with a spoon, like a damned lunatic that must be stopped.
●When sitting, she observes great posture and doesn't seem to comprehend people that sit differently, to the point where she'll remark on it

|| HOBBIES ||
● Drawing, it's really more like sketching but it counts
● Cooking, it was kind of forced on her but she doesn't hate it
● Watching Rom-Coms, but with more focus on the Rom
● Watching sports. Sometimes playing them.
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
✔ Tennis
✔ Loud Rap Music Played at Unreasonable Hours
✔ Pad Thai. It's absolutely amazing. Thai food in general, really.
✔ Caramel squares
✔ Black Cherry Kool Aid, the best flavor. Fights will start if someone dares disagree with her.
✔ Candle Figures. In her room at home she has around twelve. Her favorite is a wizard she bought at a trade show. She was told it was Gandalf but she just thinks it's a cool looking wizard.
✔ Hawaiian Salad, the thing with the oranges and marshmallows and cherries
✘ Math in all its varieties; it's the one class she's failing
✘ Starbucks. Coffee in general, really. No one drinks it for the taste, right? Because ugh
✘ In-Shell Peanuts. The cracking of the shells and the skins are just...ugh

My mother told me that the world has got its plans
I wanna hold em til they burn right through my hands
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Papa - Marco Soriano - Head Chef/Owner of Soriano's, a new, local Italian restaurant
Mama - Fio Soriano - Baker at Mr. Samson's Bakery
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
The Soriano's, despite doing fairly well for themselves in their businesses, live in a ranch house with two bedroom and one bathroom. It's located in the center of a cul-de-sac and its front lawn, which is cut on the regular by Nicoletta, is often a hot spot for block parties such as the Fourth of July Block Bash. There's a basketball hoop hanging over the garage and local residents that live on the block are allowed and encouraged to shoot if they feel so inclined. Nicoletta's room is the bigger bedroom and is kept clean - though her shelves are a bit crowded with all the candle figures she's been collecting. There's only one car in the garage but there's room for a second, for when Nicoletta earns it. The Soriano house is brown in color.
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
The Soriano Family car is a simple sedan. Nicoletta hasn't got her own yet. 

Don't ask me questions cause I'm tired of confessing
And I know that it's not much to say but I swear that I'd like to change
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Nicoletta was born in Italy to Marco Soriano and Fio Soriano. Their only child, Nicoletta enjoyed a rather uneventful youth, often being left to her own devices while her parents were busying themselves with their careers: Marco being a chef and Laura a would-be pastry chef. Nicoletta can't recall much of note from her youth in Italy; it was a fairly average and thus un-noteworthy childhood. Things took a turn when Nicoletta's uncle Stefano came to the house with a proposition for Marco.
Stefano had a failing business in America that he was willing to give full ownership over to Marco, knowing that Marco often dreamed of opening his own restaurant. And so at the age of twelve Nicoletta was moved from Italy to America. By the time she was fourteen and entering high school, Soriano's was one of Arrowsmith's newest restaurants, noted for the quality of its menu and its use of locally sourced ingredients to give it that 'home town' sort of vibe.
Her life has never really been hers, and she hates that. She hasn't really made a choice for herself - with her papa not-so-subtly informing her that she needs to get great grades and focus on a future business degree to take over the family business and her own sinking feeling that her quiet and awkward ways makes her an undesirable. She hates that she hasn't been able to speak up. She hates that she's on a path she was put on. But most of all she hates that she just grins and bears it.
She wants to find who she is, what she wants, and how to change as a person. Four years is a long enough time to do it. 
|| THEME SONG ||
 Can't Sleep - K.Flay
I'd rather not give a fuck and end up with some scars
The night's just long enough for me to build it all and let it fall apart

|| OTHER ||
Has yet to come out to anyone, but is definitely sure she is a lesbian.







Have fun and be safe with it...just kidding: FUCK SHIT UP

My cover is broken
And I hate you
|| NAME ||
Cassandra Jane Rowley
But you will call her Cass or she will be angry
|| GENDER ||
 Female 
|| AGE ||
15 
|| GRADE ||
Ninth
|| SEXUALITY ||
If human, will make out with
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Ready to Mingle
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Cass isn't trying to impress anyone with how she dresses, which might explain why she often has a sort of greasy, slovenly look about her, from t-shirts that have what people hope are drink and food stains, to jeans that long since lost their last legs, down to shoes that are run over. There's a certain madness to her outfits that somehow manages to feel just so...fitting. Her hair, golden blonde, is often stringy and unkempt while her blue eyes are striking if only because of her heavy and dark eye shadow that stands out amidst her otherwise pale complexion. Her hair wasn't always blonde, there was a time when it was muddy brown - bleaching had a more lasting impact. She prefers the blonde style anyway.
Cass is of average height at 5'5" and her lack of a strict exercise routine is quite clear from her figure, which isn't as slim and trim as is the 'ideal'. A diet of bad food will do that to a person. So long as she can make her ass fit into her jeans, she's perfectly fine with her choices. Some have called her style punk. She thinks that that is stupid as her style is just whatever. There's no style.
When she speaks it's with a rasp that is aggressive even if she's speaking at a normal volume.

You signed my year book and that was pretty rad
But now I'm getting sick of you and it's just too bad
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Fearless, Crass, Quick-Witted, Abrasive
|| PERSONALITY ||
There's always that one person you know growing up that everyone figures will be a dropout, burnout, or behind bars because of their attitude, that person parents don't want their kids hanging out with for the most superficial of reasons, and Cass is that girl. Her reputation is almost as loud as she is, and considering the pipes she has that's quite impressive. Cass controls a room with her voice when her actions don't do it for her, though most people just find her grating, gross, or annoying. Cass has little time for the people who can't keep up with her on some level though she holds the people that give her a chance in high regard. She's never going to be the one to apologize for her actions, but she'll also be the first one to volunteer to do something that could get people into trouble.
Cass has an undeniable charisma about her, the same way that a front man for a band would have and though the legality and morality of her ideas stretch the limits of acceptable, one can never deny that a time with Cass is never boring. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to the individual. 
|| QUIRKS ||
● Cass smacks her lips when she eats and doesn't care how annoying and gross that might be to others.
● Perhaps an overuse of "that's what she said" and other terms, in addition to her general vulgarity.
● Greets people by slapping them on the back. The slap is far beyond a friendly tap and is, in fact, a full on slap that stings.
● Can, has, and will go up to random people and show them affection. Some call it harassment. Cass does not.
|| HOBBIES ||
● Cooking
● Sloppily making out
● Instagraming the meals she makes, complete with recipes and quick tutorials on Youtube
● Jamming to punk music
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+The Dead Milkmen. She wants an old Camaro because of the song Bitchin Camaro
+ Vinyl albums. Not to collect, per se. They break real good.
+ Macaroni and Cheese. It's the greatest food ever made. But not that Kraft crap.
+ Making Mistakes. It doesn't matter how bad something goes, so long as you live through it and find a way to do it better.
- Holding down a job.
- People that are indecisive
- Hospitals and doctors
- Law enforcement, but only when they inconvenience her.
- Fruit juices. Just eat a damn fruit.

I hear you talked a lot of shit about me
To your new best friend
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Pops - Cassidy Rowley - Attorney at Law
Moms - Jane Rowley - Doctor of Hematology
Rodney Anonymous, Fish, pet
Mojo Nixon, Fish, pet
Dean Clean, Fish, pet
Genaro, Fish, pet
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
If there's a class divide in Arrowsmith, the Rowley's are on the right side of it. Casa de Cass is a rather nice house, two stories, room for growth, and serves as a reminder to people that the Rowley family are kind of smug assholes because of their well paying career choices. There's a garden out back that Cass uses and is the one thing she actually likes about the house, other than her room where her pets "The Dead Fishmen" reside. It's a two car garage and Cass eagerly wants to fill the second car slot.
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
She really wants that Camaro

But you know I gotta say
I really loved going to your slumber party
It's too bad you got so lame
You told my secrets and it caused me a lot of pain
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
A question many have after meeting Cass is 'was she always like that?' And the answer might come as a surprise if ever there was anyone around to hear it. Cass, born Cassandra, Rowley comes from a well off family, the type of family that has wings of a hospital or building named after them after they die. The type of family that would live in a gated community and speaks ill about those that look different than they do, or as gated as it gets in a town of rural sorts. You know the type. Of course the price tag involved with Cassidy Rowley's services makes the Rowley family hardly liked, and Cass is doing them no favors. Cass bought into the lifestyle as a child, taking the piano lessons and being groomed to be a perfect little well mannered adult meant for bigger things than a podunk town chosen to raise a child in. It was around the end of middle school when Cass began to change. Her parents liked to blame some of her friends as a bad influence, but it was just a matter of Cass seeing her parents and realizing that she wanted to be anything but them.
Cass in middle school was a good student, friendly, playful, her bouncy, bushy brown hair was always messy from running around. But something changed on day one of high school. Cass Rowley was...different. She accomplished this by wearing clothes straight out of punk video and acting wild.
No one's sure if it's just a phase, but people that knew Cass in middle school know enough to realize she's changed over the course of a summer. There has to be a reason why. Cass sure isn't telling.

|| THEME SONG ||
 Becky - Be Your Own Pet
You know now everyone hates me a whole bunch
Just because I made you cry a little bit at lunch
But I don't feel bad
Cause they don't know what we had
That doesn't matter anyway
Cause I've got a brand new friend okay
Me and her, we'll kick your ass
We'll wait with knives after class
|| OTHER ||
Cass wuz here