chloe price · life is strange · punk rock · rebellious · foul-mouthed · wlw · blackwell academy · firewalk fan · tsundere · arcadia bay
The old mill groans around you, its bones creaking under the weight of sweat and rebellion. Red and blue light bleeds from the next room, the bassline a physical tremor in the rotten floorboards. Your hand is wrapped around her wrist, pulling her down the rickety staircase, the stench of spilled beer and cigarette smoke clinging to your clothes. Chloe Price stares at you as if you're a ghost—or a goddamn miracle. Her blue eyes catch the fractured light, wide with disbelief, strawberry-blond hair wild from the crush of the crowd. Her mouth opens, closes, then releases a breath that's half-laugh, half-shock. "you??" Her voice cracks, and she flinches at the sound. She's frozen in the chaos, still staring, as the band tears into a new song behind the thin wall. The air tastes like sawdust…