#vincentarakawa

Fright: What is your biggest fear? 

“Water. Not just water in general but being in pools makes me uncomfortable, going to the lake you won’t catch me ten feet near it. I don’t know I’ve just always bee afraid of the water.“

Ghost: If you could be reincarnated, would you come back as another human or an animal? If an animal, what kind?

“I would be reborn as an animal, a Hawk. I don’t care what kind but I’d want to be a hawk. Free and high in the sky where nobody to catch me or pin me down.”

Howel: Your favorite kind of dog?

“Siberian Huskies. They are the best things since sliced bread, who wouldn’t love those bundles of fur?” 

Zombie: What is one food you always overeat?

Dylan wasn't sure what to think right now. He did have a bit of panic attack when he was asked by his friend Vincent Arakawa to buy him some...weed. This was something he didn't think he would be doing but Vince was right it was just a tiny pack in his bag and why would anyone question him? Issac was straight and to the point he just gave it to them and Dylan left. Didn’t even know him but he guessed a kid in a wheelchair wasn’t any worry of his either. This made Dylan question how threatening he looked, not that he wanted to look threatening but he was seriously debating on the things he could get away with as someone in his position. Maybe there was more power in this then he thought. He always loved making his situation better but right now he was a boy on a mission. A law breaking boy. He started for Vince's house sometimes getting nervous when people would look his way but as he stated to himself before it was just the chair. It was always the chair. It was like a cloaking device. Like a super power. He might be monologging in his inner thoughts to much but it gave him something more to think about then the weed at his side. He rolled up to Vincent’s house and knocked on the door. “Knock, knock.” He called. He wondered if he should yell special delivery or not. Nah, maybe he’s do that another time. “ C’mon Vince my arms are killing me.”

This was the first time in awhile that Emily had actually been late to something. She made it a point to be early for classes and for appointments. It was something that made her feel centered. Though she should mention to herself she was only a minute or so off the time they had planned to meet up and she was panicking about it for no some reason. She supposed she wanted a distraction from last night where she had another odd dream. It wasn’t as bad as some nights she had recently but any night that involved images such as what she was experiencing sometimes caused her panic attacks when she would think back to them. But this is why she organized her day so well, it kept her from having some of these issues. But she pushed her thought back as she crossed the street and headed into Roasted. She looked around and spotted Vincent sitting and waiting for her, smiling she approached. “I’m sorry I’m...well only few minutes late.”