#xarchetypes

    Lane was at his last job offer, to be Peter. Wasn't the best, but it was something. Lane would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. He really was, he could portray a real role of a prince. The wonderful people he would meet, the experience of a lifetime. What more could he ask for? The sights, smells, smiles of people around him. It just made him happy in the thought of it.

    Here it was, the first day of work. A day he had been dreading, but also a day of excitement. Most of all, he was excited to see his Wendy. Lane wondered if she would be as beautiful as he thought she'd be. After all, Wendy is a beaut. I believe they said her name is Andrea? He hoped so, he didn't want to seem like a total newbie.

    Lane didn't know what got him the job, was it his fresh face, sweet personality, or will they are their last person? Overall, he was happy to be given the opportunity. He put on his shoes, and took a breath of courage. He walked through the gates, and showed his ID. From there he saw the costume, what portrayed him as Peter...tights. Regardless,  Lane was going to be the best Peter he could ever be.

     They told the two actors, they had to talk. That was their first day of work, you couldn't just walk out there with someone you don't know. The children could feel the awkwardness, and so could the patents. Thus not doing their job, he was ready to meet the girl.

            Violet was walking through the streets with her head down, focused only on getting to some sort of convenience store. It was almost eleven at night, and fucking cold but she needed her smokes. Damn that nicotine addiction, damn her father for leaving out cartons when she was younger that he never noticed were stolen. There was nothing she could do about it now, though.

            With chattering teeth, and knocking knees, she looked up from the concrete sidewalk, she realized she had no clue where she was. Oh great -- now she really was royally fucked. Sighing loudly, her warm brown eyes scanned the street for some sort of person or sign or anything for her to just find her way. There! A raven haired, feminine-looking figure whose features were hidden by the night, standing by a sketchy streetlight. Perfect.

            Violet approached the other slowly, hoping not to appear as some sort of creeper. When she was in the yellow light, her pale skin was illuminated, the bags under her eyes evident. But she was virtually no threat, had no ulterior motives other than getting a carton of Marlboros. "S--sorry to bug you, but do you know if there's any CVSs around here, or some sorta convenience store? I'm kinda lost, well, really lost."

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Ah, it was that time of year again....And by that time of year, you would suppose it to be meant as 'Christmas'. Oh no....For this meaning it meant it was that time of year for Phoenix to go and blow money on all her friends and family. That being said, she had to buy the most wonderful gift for Tyler. The love of her life. The only thing she could picture being a great gift is getting him a St. Bernard. She was aware of how much Tyler adored them and she bought him one. It was a boy, and a puppy...About two months old. Completely black except he had a brown spot around one eye and a little bit of white around the face. 

FROM ME TO U 

warning, beware, mun is indeed v cute