#yosalyn

She reached the door, turning the knob and letting herself in.

“Heeeyyy.” A slurred voice sounded from the other end of the room. One of her friends, Demetrio Tresler, lay on an old couch, his eyes barely open as he attempted to fight off the sleep long enough to greet his friend. “We'll... talk... later...” he whispered, his head dropping as he fell into the deep stage.

“Yosa, finally.” Wheeze sat back against the couch, beckoning her to sit beside him. “Here,” he said, holding out his open palm. A single white capsule sat in his hand, and Yosalyn reached out to take it.

“Ah, ah--” Wheeze snatched his hand back, looking as Yosalyn expectantly. Yosa reached into her boot, pulling out the necessary payment. “There ya go,” he said, taking the money from her and putting the pill up to her mouth. Yosalyn took it without hesitation, and Wheeze handed her his open beer. She took a sip, the pill disappearing in one gulp.

Yosalyn sighed, sitting back against the couch.

“Guess I'll just have to dream alone,” she said, eyeing her sleeping friends.

“Nah, you don't have to do that,” Wheeze said. “Just gimme a sec, and I'll be right back.” He rose from his spot, never looking back as he opened and closed the door, locking it behind him.

He never actually took the drug with them, though he pretended to. Yosalyn had always known. The first time she took Hypnos, she had been a bit alarmed when he locked the door. But it was just “standard procedure,” he said. It was always just standard procedure.

Described as "energetic but naive," Yosalyn often speaks and acts before thinking, meaning she can be indiscreet and sometimes even rude. She also has a bad habit of taking over conversations and not listening to the other person. She often starts projects and never finishes them, losing interest and then moving onto something else. She cares about others' opinions of her, using them to shape herself into the "ideal person", while still attempting to retain her individuality.

Lately, she has been interested in Outsider fashion, which has become a trend among the middle and upper classes of Olympia. She owns many items of clothing from the fashion line "The Deathlands". Because of this new fashion, she has become interested in the Outside and is interested in exploring the deathlands. She pursues this interest, trying to find people who would be willing to escort her in her travels, imagining herself as an explorer wearing the latest "gear" from her favorite fashion line and casting herself as some “badass” in an action movie. However, as with many of her interests, she will soon lose interest.

She is not the best friend, but because she acts without thinking, she can be relied upon if there is trouble. However, sometimes she will panic instead. She can be selfish at times, completely oblivious to the needs and wants of others. She can be swept up in conversation and often does not pay attention to what she is doing or what is happening around her. She often thinks of external events in terms of her own feelings, ignoring the fact that others who live the same experiences are also affected and may have feelings that differ from hers.

She lives for a fast lifestyle, avoiding her family to do drugs and party with her friends, but underneath her exterior image as a lover of forgotten nights and quick trends is a sadness, which she can keep buried as long as she avoids any introspection.