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“I thought it was April showers and then May flowers?” Zoe wondered out loud, staring up at the dark and cloudy sky, a giant crack of lightening followed by a booming clap of thunder. “It’s May second and so far, all I’ve seen is clouds.”

The blonde couldn’t really complain, however. Despite most people assuming the contrary, sunshine had never really been Zoe’s cup of tea. Sometimes it was nice and warranted, but most of the time, the defense attorney preferred her weather dark and damp. 

People on the sidewalk rushed by her, clutching their umbrellas tightly in their fists as the gusting wind threatened to rip them from grasp. Zoe had, fortunately or unfortunately depending how you looked at it, witnessed as that very event took place in the parking lot a few yards away from her. Immediately, Zoe rushed over, ready to lend a helping hand in whatever way that she could. 

“Hold on, hold on!” Zoe shouted, approaching the person and standing over them, the rain that had once been pelting the back of their coat now rolling down the top of Zoe’s umbrella. She looked down at the stranger, a genuine, if not slightly sympathetic smile plastered across her face.

“Is this one of those meet cute things I’ve heard about in the movies?” she questioned with a laugh. “Which one of us is meant to do the ‘sweeping off the feet’ thing?”

Hi! I hope this help. <3

RULES

MEET KYLE ANALYN AMARO.

Like Kay-lee. Not Kyle. Not Kylie.

#hateshernamewithapassion because she has spent way too much of her time correcting people. Good thing she hardly goes by it.

Since she is a 29 year old con artist, and has more fake IDs then Elizabeth Taylor has husbands.

She witnessed her mother’s dead at a young age, and her father was truly anyone’s guess.

Grew up in the system, bouncing from foster home to foster home. Never knew if she was coming or going, and therefore, that’s quite normal for her.

Has stolen, lied, robbed, and killed in her short lifetime. Very twisted, cunning, and intelligent. Has always had to rely on herself, so this all seems rather normal to her. Almost like an animal in the wild.

Gypsy soul. Doesn’t like to stay in one place for long.

The most human thing about her is her music. Sings, and can play the guitar and piano. Was the healthiest thing to come out of her childhood, with probably the healthiest family she had every stayed with. Of course, that wasn’t meant to last. But she took music with her.

Has conned her way into marriage, landing herself a massive load of money. ( I honestly dont know if she killed him and collected life insurance. Or if she had some kind of game plan that landed her into a divorce settlement for all he was worth. *Think the 2000 movie Heartbreakers*. Honestly could’ve done both. Maybe has done both.)

Birthday is November 9th, #scorpio. (Should I be worried, that I’m a Scorpio, and I felt that this sign would fit her the best? WTF do I think I’m trying to say here.)

In order to play her parts well, she has changed her appearance many times over the course of 12 years. Honestly, probably doesn’t even really know who she, Kyle, is tbh.

send me a number from 1-20 and I’ll write you a starter for our muses based in the setting of the image you picked !

based on this photo.

        It was a warm summer day. Her thighs were sticking together underneath the long white dress covering her skin, and her neck felt hot and sweaty underneath her long dark curls. The sweet smell of strawberries hung in the air, and a bee was circling lazily around the leftovers of the strawberry cake she baked. Somewhere, kids were screaming. A sound that always made her heart feel heavy, because Kaya had hoped to watch her own children play in the sun by now. Life had ways of never going as planned though. She tried to remind herself that this was good. Much better than the life she’d had not too long ago. She could sit still without feeling restless, and there was a smile on her lips as she watched the golden retriever puppy jump after another bee through the green grass.