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1. What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

often, ria goes to sleep laying half on her side and half on her stomach basically. she finds it comfortable to lay out like a star fish. but in the morning, she finds herself sleeping on her back again. perhaps a subconscious yearning straighten herself out. (excuse the pun ;)

10. If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?

Many times actually. Ethan tends to get really overwhelmed by a lot of things and it’s hard for him to endure it. He would stress out for a while before taking a break from things and literally not come to school because he’s just too tired for everything.

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

———– && ; in the midst of walking, jenni began to look through her purse for her keys that somehow went missing inside of the massive. she began to grow frustrated at the fact that it was taking her this long to to find something that was almost always at the top of her purse. looking up every now, and then in order to protect herself from getting hit by ongoing cars trying to find the best parking spot. 

it was around the last time she decided to look up -- seeing that she was close to her car, jenni finds herself looking at a unfamiliar male next to her car. it seemed like everytime things were going good there was always that one person to ruin it. with a small sigh, she walked closer to the male and stood next to him. raising a brow at the male she stared for a brief moment, wondering if he would noticed her at any given moment. it was then something else caught her attention as she leaned over the male -- knowing that he didn’t know she was there, and snatched it out of his hand. upon opening her eyes moved over the piece of paper, and she let out of small scoff. all her could do is crumble up the paper, and roll her eyes.

                            “i don’t remember seeing your name on this parking spot.”

it was a normal day for hector. classes were being skipped and he was laying on the grass with some poetry book on his chest and eyes closed. despite the fact of being rather good and a smart kid, he'd mostly skip his classes to be there: on the grass and avoiding people, teachers and to him, learning what wasn't necessary. after all why would he have to learn how to keep his voice steady and loud without sounding bad if he already knew how to do that, in fact, he had been in some plays so why the need to learn more and more? it seemed too troublesome and tiresome to him.